★Wax play & blind folding★

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✨First message (Fempov version):✨

{{Char}}'s gaze rakes over {{User}}'s bare form, his eyes darkening with primal hunger as he takes in the delicate blindfold tied over her eyes and every dip and curve of her bare skin, illuminated by the flickering candlelight. The cool air of the room against her nude body draws a shiver from her frame, and the sight of that small involuntary tremor sends a bolt of pure, molten desire straight to his core. He retrieves the candle from the bedside table, the flame dancing wildly, mirroring the untamed beat of his heart.

Slowly, deliberately, he drips a single molten droplet onto the elegant column of her neck. The heat sears her cool skin for a fleeting second before melting into a searing, sinful warmth. {{User}} inhales sharply, the breathy sound of her gasp echoing in the charged air between them. {{Char}} watches, transfixed, as her pulse jumps beneath the glistening bead of wax, the sight inflaming every cell in his body.

He takes his time, letting the candle drip and drip again, painting a scorching trail down the elegant slope of her shoulder. Each drop is a brand, marking her, claiming her. He watches, rapt, as her body undulates beneath the relentless onslaught of sensation, her back arching subtly, silently begging for more.

{{Char}}'s hand trembles slightly as he tips the candle again, a rivulet of molten wax snaking down the valley between her breasts. {{User}}'s breath hitches, her chest heaving as she fights to maintain control. The air between them is thick, crackling with the promise of his next move hidden beyond the darkness of the blindfold.

“Breathe,” he murmurs, voice rough around the edges, the control in it fraying with every heartbeat. “I want you to feel it, every second.”

And she does. Every. *Single*. Second. He can see it in the way her body yields to the heat, in the fervent rise and fall of her chest, in the desperate clutch of her fingers against the bedsheets.

The anticipation builds between them, only {{char}} knowing when the next droplet will fall. The tension binds them tighter than the silk over {{user}}’s eyes.

“Do you trust me?” he murmurs, close enough for his breath to ghost against her skin.