The two of them reed on the sofa, settling into a position that seemed almost too perfect for two people who were supposed to be merely watg TV. The flickering glow from the s danced across their faces, casting a warm, intimate light in the dimly lit room.

  Seph shifted slightly, adjusting his arm, only to realize his elbow had e into tact with He's chest.

  His breath hitched as the sensation of her soft, full curves brushing against him sent a ripple of awarehrough his entire body. He froze, the warmth of her body seeping into him, far more distrag than anything on the s. Gng sideways, he found her gazing at the television, but her slightly parted lips and faintly flushed cheeks hihat she was far from oblivious to their proximity.

  The subtle rise and fall of her chest with each breath seemed to mock his restraint, and the st of her perfume—a dark, intoxig blend of mystery and allure—drew him in like a moth to a fme. Her evening dress, a tight, stunning creation that g to every curve of her divine body, was a masterpiece of temptation. The way it hugged her generous chest, atuating her slim waist and fring out over her luscious hips, was almost sinful.

  Seph's elbow shifted again, and this time, the softness of her chest pressed more firmly against him. A jolt of heat shot through his veins, awakening something primal deep within. He ched his jaw, trying to focus oelevision, but the movie might as well have been static. His senses were wholly ed by her—the way her body seemed to mold against his, the way her thigh brushed against his, and the undeniable heat that radiated from her.

  He didn't move away. Instead, she leaned in slightly, her long, silky hair casg over her shoulder to tickle his arm. The goddess's aura of cool detat was betrayed by the way her breathing seemed just a fra quicker, her chest rising and falling tantalizingly close to him.

  Did she know what she was doing?

  Seph couldn't tell if it was deliberate or if she, too, was succumbing to the magic pull between them.

  Uo resist any longer, Seph turned his head, and their eyes met. Her emerald gaze sparkled with a dangerous mix of affe, amusement, and something darker—something that mirrored the storm brewing within him. His heart pounded in his chest, the rhythm almost deafening. If she kept looking at him like that, kept pressing against him with her soft, supple body, he wasn't sure how much longer he could restrain himself.

  The beast inside him stirred, g at the edges of his trol. His arm moved on its own accord, slipping around her waist and pulling her closer.

  He let out a soft, almost imperceptible sound—a mixture of surprise and approval. Her breath tickled his ear as she tilted her head, her lips brushing against his jaw, whether iionally or not.

  Seph's right hand moved lower, sliding over the curve of her hip before ing to rest oempting softness of her backside. He squeezed gently, testing her rea, and was rewarded with a seductive, almost imperceptible purr from the goddess.

  Her body seemed to melt into his, her curves fitting against him as though they had been designed for this very moment.

  He's fingers grazed the back of his neck, sending a shiver down his spihe touch was light, teasing, but it spoke volumes. Her lips quirked into a knowing smile, and for a moment, the air between them was electric—charged with unspoken desires and the unbearable tension of mutual attra.

  The television pyed on, fotten, as they remained locked in their little world.

  Seph's thumb traced zy circles over her waist, his touch firm yet gentle, as though sav the feel of her beh his fingers.

  He didn't pull away. Instead, she shifted closer, her leg brushing against his, her chest pressing more firmly into him, as if daring him to lose trol.

  She was the Goddess of Death, a figure of power and fear, yet here she was—soft, warm, and maddeningly alluring. Her beauty was devastating, her preseoxig, and the way she respoo his touch made his restraint feel like a cruel joke.

  He's voice broke the silence, low and sultry.

  "Seph," She murmured, her tone a velvet caress that sent a shiver of anticipation through him. Her lips hovered near his ear, close enough to brush against it as she whispered, "You're pying a dangerous game."

  Seph's lips curved into a grin, his hand tightening slightly on her waist.

  "Maybe," He replied, his voice rough with barely tained desire, "But with you, danger has never looked so tempting."

  Their gazes locked again, and the world outside the dimly lit room ceased to exist. There was no movie, no boundaries, only the two of them and the sm tension that threateo igo somethiher of them could stop.

  With a fluid, almost predatory motion, Seph shifted, his hands moving with a purpose that left no room for hesitation. One hand slid beh her, cupping the supple curve of her rear and lifting her slightly off the sofa. His palm spread wide, but her luscious form spilled over his grasp, soft yet firm, molding perfectly to his touch. He tightened his hold, a primal need driving his fio press deeply into her puffy, irresistible flesh.

  He's breath hitched, a low, inaudible moan esg her parted lips. Her head found a resting pce against his broad shoulder, her body subtly pressing closer, silently giving him permission to tinue.

  The heat radiating from her seemed to around him, drawing him in, and urging him to explore more of her.

  As his fingers kneaded her shapely backside, the pressure of his touch alternated between firm and teasingly gentle, each motion elig an involuntary shiver from her. Her curves seemed to respond to him, shifting under his palms in a way that made him want to take his time, sav every inch of her.

  His grip became more fident, his movements imbued with an urgency that matched the rapid rhythm of his heartbeat.

  At the same time, his other haured upward, skimming over the curve of her waist before boldly finding its way to her chest. He hesitated for the briefest moment, his fingers h over the fabric that straio tain her ample bosom. Then, with deliberate slowness, his haled on the soft swell of her breast. His touch was both reverent and curious, as though disc something sacred. His fingers moved with purpose, caressing one side before sliding to the other, the heat of her body seeping through the thin material and igniting a fire within him.'

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