The fire crackled violently, its golden tongues licking the air as they painted Mira's bare skin in flickering, sinuous light. Shadows slithered over her curves, tracing the dip of her waist, the swell of her hips, the dark, tantalizing triangle of curls between her thighs.
The heat of the flames was nothing compared to the inferno radiating from her body—her skin flushed pink, her chest rising and falling in shallow, uneven gasps. A thin sheen of sweat glistened on her collarbone, catching the firelight like scattered diamonds.
The ants had done their work too well.
She was primed, her body a traitor, trembling with every exhale, her hips shifting restlessly as if seeking friction. The air was thick with the scent of her—musky, intoxicating, the kind of aroma that made my mouth water and my cock throb painfully against my stomach.
A sticky trail of pre-cum had already begun to slide down my thigh, my body betraying me just as hers was betraying her.
