When Stars Become Shadows

by Emmie Hamilton

There is power in seduction. It starts off simple. A heated look. A slow lick of your lip. The caress of your tongue against the nape of their neck. A gentle stroke along the curve of their hip. Then when the gaze turns hungry and the lust nestles into the empty spaces between you, comes the shift. The one where you’ve ensnared them and with a knowing smile you can begin. Sometimes it’s in the erotic elegance of an arched back, your head thrown back as you chase the need to shatter. Or maybe it’s in the weapon you wield as you scratch your nails against their spine, capturing their eyes while they’re wrapped in your slick embrace. You’re in control now. It’s in the bite of your lip as you moan, it’s in the exaltation of a harsh curse as they follow you in the high of the ecstatic moment of pure bliss. And when your sweat-glazed bodies are pressed against each other, there’s that feeling that consumes you. When you know it was your words, your hips, your moans that made them surrender.