not as a stranger,

but as a flame waiting for breath.

Her gaze lingered...

slow as honey in heat,

tracing the quiet strength

of his stillness

and something in her awakened,

wild and certain.

She moved closer,

a storm wrapped in silk,

her presence brushing

his skin

like a promise

Fingers found him first...

to learn the language

of his pulse,

the rhythm beneath restraint. 

He inhaled...

and she felt it,

that surrender between seconds,

that beautiful undoing

of a man

caught in the gravity of her wanting.

She did not rush...

ravaging was never chaos

it was devotion with teeth,

hunger with intention,

a claiming

that asked no permission

because it was already given

in the way he leaned into her fire.

And when she claimed him...

it was fire, not fury...

a deep, consuming presence

that left him undone and fully alive. 

Written by https://www.threads.com/@chasingcloudsza

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