Her gaze, arousing met mine a silent challenge in the depths of crimson and then it began the dance.
She moved with a graceful grace a shadow in the dim light her form beckoning.
Each step brought a promise of friction against delicate fabric a sensation that stirred the air.
I felt the heat rise within me a fierce inferno as her intentions became clear unmistakable.
There was no escape nor did I desire one her allure absolute.
She was a devil yes but one I would willingly follow into the abyss.
The room grew heavy with unspoken desires the air thick with our combined hunger.
Her lips curved into a knowing smile a silent invitation.
The night was young and Vermeil was my devil to explore.
Every glance every breath was a prelude to what was to come a delicious torment.
The demon within me yearned for the demon before me an ancient longing.
Her eyes held the promise of unbridled ecstasy and my soul surrendered.
