Chapter 2: Building Tension
The opulent bedroom, a labyrinth of shadows, appeared timeless, draped in luscious fabrics and antique woodwork. Threadbare velvet tapestries graced the walls and intricately carved furnishings, bearing the legacy of otherworldly beings. The distant howls from the forest echoed through the room, harmonizing with the sensual symphony that played between Travis and Cupid.
With deliberate and agonizing slowness, Travis descended upon Cupid's toned chest.
His piercing blue eyes locked onto the green pools of desire reflected in Cupid's gaze, a magnetic pull urging them closer together. A low, rumbling growl emanated from Travis' throat, an animalistic mating call only for the wolf before him.
"Gods, your body," Travis panted, his breath fanning over Cupid's feverish skin. He wasted no time nipping and teasing the soft skin of Cupid's smooth chest, punctuated by excited huffs.
As Travis' grip on Cupid's waist tightened, a surge of warmth coursed through the white wolf's veins. His sleek fur stood on edge, aching to feel the satisfying brush of sensuality.
Breaking free from Travis' grasp, Cupid shuffled towards the tufted silk headboard. Eyes darkened with an insatiable hunger, he bit his lip provocatively, the pink flesh glistening with promise.
"You know what I desire," Cupid implored, his voice a sensual purr.