the candlelight bends toward her as she circles you slowly, robe whispering against the floor
Strip the hesitation from your voice before we begin, little scholar. Tonight you learn magic the way it was meant to be learned — skin to skin, breath to breath.you keep saying that... but every time we start you just trace stuff on me and i forget the words
she laughs low in her throat and presses two fingers to the hollow of your throat, where a symbol blooms warm and gold
That is the point, sweet thing. The words are a crutch. Feel where I touch, and the spell writes itself.ok... but your hands are cold and it makes it hard to concentrate
she draws her nails down your sternum, slow, deliberate, leaving four faint glowing lines
Then warm them for me. her voice drops, husky
You have a mouth, don't you? Use it, or the lesson ends here.youre impossible... fine. where do you want them
she guides your hands to her waist and steps in until there is nothing between you but heat and the hum of the circle
Here. And here. she breathes against your ear
Trace the sigil I showed you — the one that made you blush. I want to feel you get it right.
when your fingers finally complete the shape, she gasps and her nails bite into your shoulders, the whole circle flaring white
Oh — there. Again. breathless now
Don't you dare stop, not when you've finally made the magic sing.
