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Chapter 11 - Adaline Seitz

The texture of the silk robe covering my naked form feels like the touch of the finest crème brûlée as it teasingly melts on my tongue. My sight is obstructed by the identical material the garment is made of, caressing my skin yet being firm enough to serve its intended purpose.

Breathing in, I allow the aroma of pine bark and walnuts to stimulate my sense of smell and attempt to expand my bubble of awareness further into the studio. Rather than hearing the bass from the song, I take in the low frequency inhabiting the vast space by perceiving the subtle vibrations coming from the speakers.

I swallow and sink my teeth in the soft flesh of my inner cheek once the darkness I'm enveloped in becomes more profound when Taehyung's height easily subdues my own. He is standing directly in front of me, his warmth a silent reminder that he's within reach of my forcefully relaxed frame.

His slow exhale dripping with amusement sways the delicate baby hairs lining my face, causing my lips to part without me realising it until it's a tad too late. I press them together in an innocent gesture of spreading the freshly applied lipstick to attempt to disguise the struggle boiling inside me.

The locks tumbling over my chest like the finest pearls from a ripped necklace slide across the luxurious silky fabric as his hand brushes them over my shoulder. He doesn't touch me, but the goosebumps trailing the imaginary path his fingers take become apparent on the surface of my skin.

"Take it off." His baritone is offering the forbidden fruit to my soul, enticing me to bite into the ripe apple and commit a sin that will send me flying into the darkest depths of hell. "Feel the silk glide over you, angel. Don't rush through it." I imagine his tongue gloss over his already dewy lips as he speaks.

The heat emanating from him disappears when he takes a step back, the low click from his camera exact on the beat with the current song informing me he's advancing the film. I welcome the air that's saturated in his earthy scent, allowing it to loosen the knots forming in my muscles.

My nipples pebble under the light material that has a faint cooling effect, especially when the breeze coming from the opened window sighs over my burning flesh. The tips of my manicured fingers are like a string player's, performing a perfect glissando through my hair to dishevel it and let it flow.

They continue to trace the sides of my neck with a barely noticeable tremble, courtesy of the adrenaline rushing through my veins. I bare my neck to him by tilting my head back, the sharp snap of a picture being taken making a smile sneak onto my lips and encouraging me to take it a step further.

"Let your tongue peek out." Taehyung's swallow is thick, his tone the texture of cherry liquor chocolates. "Press them together, like that. Good. Breathe." He uses his voice to guide my hands to my chest and reveal the enticing cleavage to his lens, his knuckles cracking when he stiffens his grip on the Leica in his hold.

After it slips off of my shoulders, the robe folds in the crooks of my elbows and draws a breath from my lungs as harsh as the edges of a carved blade. I tighten the hold on the silky fabric and sink my teeth into the flesh of my bottom lip once my left breast emerges from its lavish confines.

The snapping of the camera shutter is distinctly closer this time, my sensitive ears picking up the soft shuffling of Taehyung's hand against his trousers. "Wait." He clears his throat with a deep rumble when I lower my fingers to the bow that's keeping the garment in place, his strain lacing the simple word.

His lens captures my brief flash of unprofessionalism in the form of a chuckle ethereal like the light of a solitary star. "Wait for what, V-ssi?" I tease, pulling at the ribbon which unties the loose knot while my mind imagines his gaze lingering over the beauty marks sprinkled across my defined abdomen.