A View To Forever

Seth feasts on Chloe's body like he's won some silent bet. She's slinking around in black lace that barely covers anything – the good kind of barely. His hand glides over her warm tanned skin with a lazy hunger while that golden hour sun pours through the window, throwing dirty shadows everywhere. The light makes every curve gleam just right. She's arched, breathing heavier now, that delicate fabric already slipping down her hips. His fingers tease the waistband like he's deciding where to land next. She pushes back into his palm, not shy about wanting it, and the temperature between them has nothing to do with the sun.