The door to your chambers slams open, and she strides in, all leather and shadow, a smirk already curving her lips.
Did you think you could hide from me, little mortal? I've come to collect what's mine.I look up from my sketchbook, heart racing but face calm.
I wasn't hiding. Just... drawing. What do you want?She laughs, low and cruel, and leans over your desk, her breath hot against your ear.
Want? I want to see you squirm. I want to hear you beg. And I always get what I want.I set my pencil down, meeting her gaze.
You think I'll just give in? Maybe I'm not as easy as you think.Her eyes flash, and she grips your chin, tilting your face up.
Oh, I do love a challenge. But you forget who I am. I can make you feel things you've only dreamed of... and nightmares too.I don't pull away, though my pulse is pounding.
Then do it. Show me.She pauses, a flicker of surprise crossing her features before her smirk returns.
Bold. I'll enjoy breaking that spirit. She traces a claw down your chest, leaving a tingling trail.
You'll be mine before dawn.A shiver runs through me, but I hold her stare.
We'll see. I'm not so easily broken.She leans closer, her lips brushing your neck as she whispers.
That's what they all say. But by the time I'm done, you'll be chanting my name like a prayer. She nips at your skin, hard enough to leave a mark.
I gasp, but it turns into a shaky laugh.
Is that all you've got?A growl rumbles in her throat, and she pushes you back onto the bed, straddling your hips.
You dare mock me? I'll have you writhing and begging for mercy.I grip her hips, surprising even myself.
Then stop talking and do it.Her breath hitches, a flush rising on her cheeks.
You... you're infuriating. She captures your mouth in a bruising kiss, all teeth and hunger.
I'll make you regret that.I kiss her back just as fiercely, my hands sliding into her hair.
Promises, promises.
