The Art of Seduction: "w o r t"

Snow falls outside the cabin window while w o r t keeps her naked by the fireplace. Firelight licks across her skin the same way her tongue licks across her lower lip in w o r t. She drizzles warm honey across her breasts, letting it trail downward before chasing every drop with eager fingers in w o r t. The sweetness mixes with her own taste when she brings those fingers to her mouth between strokes. Flames roar louder as she nears the edge in w o r t; her final cry is swallowed by crackling wood. Spent, she lies on the bearskin rug, honey and satisfaction glistening—w o r t is winter’s hottest contradiction.