verb
1. attract and hold the interest and attention of; charm.
"he was captivated by her beauty."
Amelié Noir, the third member to join the one and only Blackbourne Team.
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As the morning light filtered through the delicate curtains, casting a gentle glow across the room, Amelié stirred from her slumber with a soft groan. Her body shifted against the strong embrace of the arms enveloping her, seeking refuge in the solidity of the chest against which she nestled.
A low, seductive chuckle resonated in the air, coaxing her to flutter her eyes open and meet the gaze of warm, hazel eyes peering down at her.
With a contented sigh, she closed her eyes once more, surrendering to the sensation of powerful arms, sinewy with muscle, drawing her in closer.
"Good morning, Αγγελούδι," Silas whispered, his words sending a shiver down her spine as she emitted a soft, satisfied murmur.
"Morning, Si," she rasped in response, her fingertips trailing down the expanse of his bare chest, tracing the contours with gentle reverence.
"You look so pretty, Αγγελούδι, I just want to devour you." he murmured, his words causing her to meet his gaze.
"Then what's stopping you?" she challenged, her eyes sparking with playful defiance as he swiftly changed their positions.
Hovering above her, he seemed to dwarf her with his presence, casting her in the shadow of his intensity.
"Hmm, you tempt me too much, little vixen."" he grunted, his hand deftly lifting the fabric of her shirt, the sole garment adorning her body, until it rested teasingly above her navel.
His touch trailed down to her thighs, his caress so gentle it elicited an involuntary response from her, her legs parting slightly under his ministrations.
Silas couldn't help but chuckle softly to himself as he planted a tender kiss upon Amelié's neck. "You drive me to madness," he whispered hoarsely, his breath hot against her skin.
"I want to make you come in five minutes. That's ample time to bring you to ecstasy, tidy you up, dress you, and get ready for the day. Challenge accepted," Silas murmured, his grin reminiscent of a ravenous wolf eyeing its prey.
With a playful nod, she chuckled softly. "Then don't waste a second."
Without hesitation, he delved into action, plunging a finger into her core, relishing the sight of her contorted in pleasure.
His lips trailed from her navel, leaving a trail of soft, hungry kisses that turned fervent as he nibbled and sucked, leaving his mark on her porcelain skin.
Amelié surrendered to each sensation, reveling in his primal touch as soft moans escaped her lips.
With a relentless hunger, he latched onto her clitoris, drawing it into his mouth with fervor, savoring her response as her thighs quivered and her walls clenched around him.
Adding another finger, he glanced at the time. Four minutes remaining.
His fingers curled inside her, coaxing soft whimpers from her lips as she surrendered fully to the waves of pleasure crashing over her.
