She sinked her canines of those perfectly aligned teeth onto the plum lips. Anoushka's eyes dilated with a spark of grey hues, the lids partly closed forming a perfect curve of a hunter's gaze that wanted to pounce and ravish a prey that would satisfy her pace and appetite.
Truth is that- I'm the only suitable candidate for her. I will satisfy my woman beyond her appetite yet the craving for me will never end.
If she wants me on her knees, I would gladly oblige and bow to my soul engraved hunter because I will, am the one and only to fall in her traps, that will eventually get hunted.
No fucking one else.
"What the fuck-"
"Language, kitten." Looking at her flustered and having a mini panic attack is amusing. Should I toy her more?
Maybe.
I grabbed her back nape as I pulled closer until our breaths mingled into each other. I gathered the dripping saliva from her palm and dragged it to her wrist as I heard her hitch. Shivering, in fact. My groin is in the state of beyond blue balls,
"I hate lavender"
I nibbled her ear, licked it teasingingly.
"Also, if you ask nicely I might accept an interview. Your choice, baby." I whispered.
I immediately returned to my room without glancing at Anoushka because if I had… I would definitely fucked this game before it could even start.
The game of cat and mouse begins, officially.
Well, I am the mouse. Hunt me darling.