Duchess Amara's boldness only grew as the moments stretched on, her teasing smile unwavering.
Her fingers lightly brushed Auriel's forearm, tracing faint patterns that made the goddess's skin tingle in a way she wasn't accustomed to.
Amara leaned in closer, her gaze holding a mix of curiosity and intent, as though she were trying to peel away layers of the goddess's stoic facade.
"My dear Auriel, you seem so tense. Surely a goddess should not carry such burdens alone. Perhaps you should let me ease some of that divine weight. It's only fair to repay your kindness for visiting my humble domain"
Amara purred, her voice rich and melodic. Her touch was borderline inappropriate, but Auriel's mouth would not move to complain.
Auriel, overwhelmed and unsure of how to respond, leaned slightly away, her usual calm faltering.
She wasn't used to this kind of directness, let alone the subtle but undeniable intimacy of Amara's words and touch.
