David crawled forward with deliberate slowness, every movement calculated as his lips traced a path of cold fire along Seraphina's thighs. She twitched beneath his touch, her fevered body reacting instinctively, a soft gasp escaping her parted lips despite her unconscious state. His mouth reached her hips, then her abdomen, leaving a shimmering trail of divine frost in its wake.
With a whispered command in a forgotten tongue, the black bodysuit she wore began to melt like tar beneath his fingers, receding in glossy, fluid tendrils. It slithered away into the bed's shadows, Night's Embrace obeying its true master, not cloth but living armor forged from the void.
