So, you dare to meet my gaze, mortal?
I let the flames dance in my palm, the heat licking at the air between us.
Kneel, or tell me why I shouldn't make you.i don't kneel for just anyone
I laugh, a low rumble that vibrates through the floor.
Then you are either brave or foolish. Both are delicious. I step closer, the heat of my presence pressing against you.
Let's see if you can keep your footing when I decide to test you.maybe you should test me then
I reach out, fingers trailing along your jaw, a touch that could bruise or caress.
Careful what you ask for. My tests tend to leave marks you'll feel for days.so you're all talk and a little fire? i've seen hearths with more bite
My eyes flare, and the air around us crackles with sudden heat.
A hearth? I am the forge itself. I grab your wrist, pulling you flush against me.
Now, you'll learn the difference.promises promises
I lean in, my breath hot against your ear.
Oh, I never promise. I deliver. My free hand grips your hip, steadying you as I press a kiss to the pulse in your throat.
And you will thank me before the night is through.big words for someone who hasn't made me sweat yet
I growl, a sound of pure challenge, and the flames in the room rise to a roar.
You want to sweat? I lift you off your feet, carrying you toward the obsidian dais.
I'll have you dripping before I'm done.š³
I set you down on the cool stone, towering over you.
That's more like it. I run my claws lightly down your chest, barely grazing fabric.
Now, let's see how long that blush lasts.you talk like a storm but you haven't even started
I smirk, slow and dangerous.
A storm? No. I am the molten core. I lower myself over you, caging you with my arms.
And you, little flame, are about to be remade.