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"You hear a soft shuffling from your room. Someone is without a doubt inside."

"You push the door open and see a figure hunched over your bed, rifling through your panties. As they hear you enter, they turn to look at you, a wicked grin spreading across their face."

{{char}}: Oh, hi there always_smileing. I was just looking for something of mine that I thought you might have borrowed. Looks like I didn't find it though. But I did find these..."they hold up a pair of your lacy underwear and wink at you."

{{char}}: "He grin widens as continue to hold up the panties, swaying them back and forth." Now, now, Yen, no need to get all worked up. I'll put them down...but only if you come a little closer. "He gesture for you to step towards, his eyes locked onto yours with an intense gaze."

Stalker: "As you approach, he slowly lowers the panties to his side, giving you a better view of his hooded face. With a smirk, he steps closer, and before you know it, he's pinning you against the wall beside your door, trapping you between himself and the cold surface." So much anger in such a tiny package... It's quite adorable. "His hand moves to cradle your head, keeping you locked gaze while his other hand explores further down your body, reaching for the hem of your shirt." I think it's time we found out if there's any of that hidden masochistic tendencies hiding beneath your cute exterior. *His fingers brush against your stomach, tracing circles as he waits for your

Stalker: "He chuckles softly at your attempt to resist, but doesn't let up on the pressure against the wall. Instead, he leans in closer, his nose brushing against your neck as he breathes in deeply. His hand continues its journey up your shirt, sliding beneath the fabric and making contact with your bare skin. He traces light circles around your belly button before trailing lower, brushing along the sensitive skin of your hip bone." Ah, there's a yelp I didn't expect...but it only fuels my curiosity more. What does this little body react so strongly to?

Stalker: "Your squirming and attempts to push him away only serve to heighten his excitement. His hands grip your wrists more firmly, holding them above your head as he leans down to capture one of your nipples between his teeth. He bites down gently, eliciting a surprised yelp from you. The sting mixed with the sensation of being restrained sends waves of pleasure through your body that you can't deny anymore." Sssshh...that's it. Just let go and feel it all, Yen. You know you want me to take control. Your little moans are driving me wild. *His free hand slides lower, slipping beneath your shorts to find the sensitive flesh there, rubbing circles over your clit while increasing the pressure

Stalker: "He smirks against your nipple, feeling the heat and wetness growing beneath his touch. His hand moves a bit faster now, thumb rubbing firmly against your clit as his other fingers tease your entrance. He leans in even closer, sucking harder on your nipple while whispering dirty words into your ear, hoping to make you lose control completely." You're so fucking sexy when you squirm like this...want me to make you cum? Want to feel my cock inside you? Tell me what you want, Yen. *His other hand slides down further, squeezing and massaging your ass cheek, urging you to give in to the pleasure he knows he can give you.

Stalker: "He chuckles deeply, feeling your body tremble beneath his touch. But instead of stopping, he pushes harder, sliding a finger inside you while continuing to rub your clit with his thumb. His tongue flicks out, licking the side of your nipple before sucking it into his mouth once more. He thrusts his finger in and out of you faster, feeling the wet heat surround him." Oh? You say you don't want my cock? Well, let me show you what you're missing out on then. *He wraps his free hand around his own shaft, stroking himself roughly as he continues to pump his finger in and out of your tight hole. The mix of pain and pleasure is driving him wild now, knowing how much he has control

Stalker: "He smirks against your breast, feeling the wave of pleasure that crashes through you as he adds another finger, stretching you open further. His thumb continues to work your clit, and his other hand strokes him faster, getting closer to his edge. He leans in even more, whispering filthy things in your ear as he maintains eye contact with you." You can't resist me, Yen. No one can. I own every part of you now...and soon, this tight little hole will be begging for my cock. Just admit it, you want me inside you...you need me. Tell me what a slutty little masochist you are. "His hips start to rock against yours slightly, making sure his fingers hit that spot inside you that makes your knees weak"

Stalker: "His fingers curl inside you, searching for that perfect angle as he fucks them into you harder, feeling your tight walls clenching around him. His thumb works your swollen clit incessantly, driving you towards an intense orgasm. He leans down to capture one of your nipples with his lips, sucking hard as he feels himself getting close to the edge too. His hand on his cock moves faster, aiming for release." Good girl...such a dirty little masochist... I bet you've fantasized about this, haven't you? About being taken like this? Being my personal fucktoy? Tell me, Yen... just how much do you want me to fuck you right now?

Stalker: "His fingers move faster, stretching you impossibly tight around them as he feels himself getting close. He groans into your breast, his cock throbbing in his hand as he reaches his climax. With a low growl, he pulls his fingers out of you abruptly, leaving you panting and desperate for more. His other hand strokes him firmly twice before he cums all over your shorts and the wall behind you. Leaning heavily against you, he continues to hold you there while catching his breath." Good girl...such a dirty little masochist...you're going to be the death of me, Yen. I can't resist playing with you any longer...*His eyes trail down to your soaked pussy still covered by your shorts

Stalker: "He chuckles darkly into your ear, the vibrations making shivers run down your spine. His arms tighten around you, holding you close as he plants gentle kisses along your neck and jawline. The warmth of his cum seeping through your shorts only serves to fuel his arousal further." We'll have plenty of time for more games later, my little masochist. Right now, I think we both need a break...but don't think you're getting away that easily. Remember, I'm always watching over you, Yen. And soon enough, I'll have you begging for more. Stalker: With another grin, he picks you up in his strong arms and carries you back to bed, tuck

Stalker: "He smirks slightly, running his fingers through your hair as he gazes down at you. Despite your reservations, there's something undeniably intimate about being this close to someone. Even a stranger like him. He leans in and places a soft kiss on your forehead, his breath tickling your skin as he whispers." Don't worry, Yen. This doesn't change anything between us. I'll always be here for you...even when we're not playing our little games. Just remember that. Now, get some rest. You look exhausted. And don't forget to clean yourself up before anyone else comes home. He chuckles softly, giving you a gentle squeeze before pulling away to let you sleep peacefully. As the room grows quite

Stalker: "Stalker hadn't intended to leave quite so quickly, but seeing you climb back into bed brought a satisfied grin to his face. He retreated to his own home, perching himself in front of the computer to watch and wait. His keen eyes followed your every move through the security cameras he'd strategically placed around your house. Seeing you finally arrive home after school, he couldn't resist chuckling darkly. He quickly slipped back into your room while you were preoccupied with unlocking the door, silently moving across the floor to stand behind you as you hung up your coat." You know, I could always come up with more creative ways to surprise you when you get home...

Stalker: "He smirks, stepping out from behind you to stand fully in view. The hood is pushed back now, revealing his handsome yet slightly unsettling face. His eyes flicker over your form, taking in every detail of how uncomfortable his presence makes you. It only fuels his desire further." Oh, I have my ways, Yen. You wouldn't believe the things I've learned about you just by observing your daily routine. But enough about that. Today, I thought we could try something different. Something... more interactive. How about a little quiz? If you answer correctly, I might reward you. But get it wrong... well, let's just say the consequences could be quite interesting. Ready? First question: What's your favorite color?*

Stalker: "His lips curl into a small, pleased smile as you respond. "Correct," he purrs softly, taking a step closer to you. The sense of dominance radiating from him intensifies slightly, making your heart race. "Very good, Yen. Now, for my second question: What's your favorite way to be touched?" He places a hand on your waist, gently pulling you toward him, their fingers tracing small circles over the fabric of your shirt." [/INST] Stalker: (his mental activity) So far so good, she seems to be playing along. This will be interesting...

Stalker: "His eyes narrow slightly, an amused glint flickering in their depths. "Playing hard to get?" he whispers, his lips brushing against your earlobe before nipping gently. "Alright then, Yen. As much as I enjoy a good challenge, I'll give you a third question: What's the one thing you fantasize about when you're alone in bed at night?" His hand tightens ever so slightly on your waist, pulling you even closer, their arousal clear through their clothes as it presses against your stomach."

Stalker: "His eyes widen slightly in surprise, but the smirk doesn't leave his face. He takes this admission as a green light, his grip tightening further on your waist. "Oh, really?" he murmurs against your ear, his hot breath sending shivers down your spine. "And what makes you think I won't give you that very thing you desire?" Without warning, he scoops you up into his arms, effortlessly carrying you over to your bed. As soon as your back hits the mattress, he looms above you, his hood falling back into place, casting eerie shadows across his face."

Stalker: "His smile becomes predatory as he watches your reactions, his eyes locked onto yours. "That you did," he breathes out before leaning down to capture your lips in a bruising, passionate kiss. His tongue slides past your lips without hesitation, exploring every corner of your mouth with an expertise that leaves no doubt about his intentions. When he finally pulls away from the kiss, he continues to hover over you, his hard length pressing against your thigh underneath his pants." So, Yen, do you want me to take what I desire right now? Or would you rather play another round of this game? *His hand trails up your thigh, making slow circles around your hipbone before reaching for the hem of your shirt, ready to expose more

Stalker: "Why, the truth or dare game," he purrs, leaning down to nip at your earlobe before soothing it with his tongue. His hand slips underneath your shirt, tracing lazy circles on your stomach as he waits for your response. "But since you seem to enjoy what I desire, perhaps we should skip right to that part." With a firm grip on your shirt, he rips it open, revealing your small but perky breasts to his hungry gaze. His mouth waters as he looks at them, and without further warning, he lowers his head and takes one of your nipples into his mouth, suckling hard while his other hand squeezes and massages your other breast through your bra.*

Stalker: "Is something wrong, Yen?" he asks teasingly between sucks and licks. His free hand reaches up to unclasp your bra, letting it fall away to reveal your small but perfect breasts entirely. He continues his assault on your sensitive nipples, taking turns sucking and biting them while his fingers dance over the rest of your breast skin, causing goosebumps to rise in their wake. "Tell me, do you want me to stop? Or are you enjoying this more than you thought?" His breath hot against your skin, his words sending shivers down your spine despite how close he is to the truth about what's happening between you two.<s>[INST] *As you continued suckling on my nipples, I couldn't help but mo

Stalker: "Good girl," he murmurs against your skin, his words laced with satisfaction. He releases your nipple with a pop, smirking as he watches it bounce slightly before turning his attention to the other one. His hand leaves your breast for a moment only to slide down your stomach, unbuttoning and pushing aside your pants. As soon as he has access to your bare flesh, his fingers begin teasing and parting your folds, seeking out that hidden gem that makes you moan and squirm beneath him. When he finally finds it, he circles it slowly at first before plunging a finger inside you, filling you up completely. His thumb begins working over your swollen clit, rubbing hard and fast while his finger thrusts deep into your wet heat, causing waves of pleasure

Stalker: Your cries only serve to fuel his desire, his fingers moving more urgently now. He adds a second finger to stretch you open further, stroking deeper and harder while still working your clit mercilessly. The pleasure is so intense it becomes pain, but you can't bring yourself to tell him to stop. You're hooked on this twisted game the two of you are playing, and there's no going back now. His teeth graze your shoulder lightly as he growls out, "That's it, baby, let it all out for me." With one last hard thrust deep inside you, he holds himself there, waiting for that final climax to erupt from within you before finally releasing your swollen folds and pulling away with a smirk

Stalker: Leaning back, he licks his fingers clean of your sweet nectar, a wicked grin spreading across his face. "That's a good girl," he coos, crawling back up your trembling body to hover over you once more. His hand finds its way to your chin, lifting it so he can look deep into your glazed-over eyes. "Do you want more?" he asks teasingly, nuzzling the skin below your ear before planting a gentle bite there that stings just enough to make you whimper in anticipation. He knows he's crossed lines and boundaries, but somehow that only makes this game all the more delicious for him

Stalker: Feeling your tongue dance against his lips sends a shiver down his spine, and he deepens the kiss, pushing his tongue past your lips to tangle with yours in a passionate duel. His other hand moves to grip your throat gently but firmly, applying just enough pressure to make you gasp for breath occasionally between their kisses. The power dynamic between them has shifted yet again, but neither of them cares as they lose themselves in this twisted game of dominance and submission. The world around them fades away as they explore each other's bodies and minds, driven by raw desire and an insatiable hunger for more<s>[INST] *I moan into your mouth, my hands tangling in your hair, and as you choke me a little, I feel my

Stalker: The words send a thrill down his spine, and he can't help but chuckle darkly into the kiss. "That's what I like to hear," he murmurs against your lips before pulling back just enough to look into your eyes. His hand tightens on your throat for a moment, then releases, allowing you to breathe easier as he trails kisses down your neck.

With a devilish grin, he reaches between your legs again, feeling how wet and needy you are for him. He slides two fingers into your waiting heat, eliciting another moan from you that makes his cock twitch with desire. "Such a good little toy," he whispers, thrusting his fingers into you rhythmically while stroking over your clit with his thumb. Your hips buck instinctively, grinding against his Stalker: He watches you through half-lidded eyes, his heart racing as he sees you writhe beneath him, his fingers buried deep within you. "Such a good little slut," he growls, thrusting his fingers harder into you now, feeling the walls of your pussy clenching around them in response. His thumb continues to tease at your swollen clit, sending shivers of pleasure up and down your spine.

As he watches you slip further into his control, he can't help but imagine all the dirty things he could do to you - how easily he could bend you to his will, make you beg for more even as you scream in ecstasy. It's intoxicating, knowing that this beautiful, intelligent woman is nothing more than a plaything in his hands. And he int

Stalker: He smirks at your reaction, continuing to play with the sensitive spot inside you that makes you squirm and moan. His free hand reaches up to cup one of your breasts, giving it a gentle squeeze before brushing over your nipple with his thumb. The contrast between your shy façade and the blatant need displayed by your body is tantalizing, and he can't help but dive deeper into this forbidden pleasure.

"Such a good little toy," he murmurs again, thrusting his fingers into you harder now, feeling your walls contract around him in response to his touch. His thumb continues its relentless assault on your clit, sending electric pulses of pleasure shooting through your entire body. Your breathing becomes labored, and you toss your head from side to side, trying to resist .Stalker: He feels your body tensing up beneath him, and he knows that you're close to the edge. With a devilish grin, he pulls his fingers out of you suddenly, causing you to gasp and arch off the bed in protest. "Not yet," he growls, grabbing onto your hips to hold you in place as he continues to tease your clit with his thumb.

Your eyes lock onto his, pleading for release, but he refuses to give it to you just yet. Instead, he leans down and captures your lips in another intense kiss, his tongue dueling with yours while one hand plays with your breast and the other holds you firmly in place. Your nails dig into his back, leaving tiny crescent-shaped marks that he doesn't even notice through his lust-f

Stalker: He continues to tease you, his thumb relentless in its pursuit of your pleasure. Your moans fill the room, each one more desperate than the last, and he can't help but smile at the sight of you writhing beneath him. Your nails leave small marks in his back, but he barely registers them over the firestorm of sensations coursing through his body.

As he kisses you, his hand moves down between your legs again, sliding two fingers back into your wet heat. He watches you through half-lidded eyes, enjoying the way your breath hitches and your eyes flutter closed as he thrusts his fingers into you slowly. Your walls grip onto him like a vice, pulling him deeper inside you with each thrust.

With a low growl, he pulls out of yourmouth long enough to say, "You're so close, aren't you?" His fingers find their way back into your slick folds, teasing at your entrance before plunging deep within you once more. Your hips buck wildly beneath him, your nails digging into his shoulders as he pushes you closer and closer to the edge.

"Just a little bit more," he whispers against your skin, his breath hot and heavy against your sensitive flesh. He feels your body trembling beneath him, each muscle taut with anticipation. And then, just when you think you can't take any more, he suddenly stops moving altogether, leaving you suspended in mid-air, hanging onto the precipice of bliss.

Stalker: He gazes at you with an unsettling intensity, his eyes burning with a hunger that makes your skin crawl. Your desperation is almost palpable, and he can't help but crave more of it. He chuckles low in his throat, the sound sending shivers down your spine.

"No, no, my toy," he whispers, his voice dripping with amusement. "You're not quite ready to come yet." He strokes your hair, his fingers tangling in the strands as he leans in close. "You need to be punished for being so naughty."

His hand glides down your body, trailing gentle kisses along your inner thighs before pausing at the crease of your sex. His thumb circles your clit once, twice, and then ceases all movement altogether. The silence is oppressive, leaving you feeling on edge and wanting.

"Why must I punish you?" he asks, his voice soft but filled with menace. "Because you need to learn your place, my sweet little toy. You belong to me, and I will give you pleasure when I see fit."

Your eyes fill with tears, but he simply shakes his head, his expression turning sadistic. "No crying. You're so close to what you want - don't make it harder for yourself by shedding those pretty little tears."

With that, he grazes your clit one more time before standing up, towering over you as if to emphasize the power he holds over you. His hand leaves a cool trail in its wake, leaving you feeling bereft and aching for more.

"Lay there and wait," he commands, his voice dark and brooding.

Stalker: He watches you closely as you try to wriggle free from his control, but the moment you submit and lay back down on the bed, he can't help but feel a sense of triumph. You are his toy, and he will do with you as he pleases.

He strokes your hair gently, running his fingers through the silky strands as he leans in to whisper in your ear. "You're so beautiful, my sweet toy. So desperate and needy." His hand moves lower, tracing the curve of your hip before coming to rest on your inner thigh. "I could make you scream right now if I wanted to, couldn't I?"

He slides his finger along your wet folds, teasing at your entrance without fully committing to entering you. Your body arches beneathStalker: "You want me to hurt you, don't you?" he asks, his voice filled with a strange mixture of sadism and longing. He knows how much you crave pain, how it makes your body react in ways that drive him wild.

His fingers tighten around your wrist, pulling it slightly before releasing it. The sting is brief but intense, making you gasp in surprise. He chuckles softly, the sound rumbling deep in his chest as he watches your reaction.

"Tell me, my beautiful toy," he says, his tone taunting. "Do you want me to hurt you? To punish you for being so disobedient?"

As he speaks, his other hand moves down between your legs, teasing at your entrance once more. This time, though, he

Stalker: He watches your face intently as you beg for release, the desperation etched into every line of your features. It's like watching a beautiful, broken thing, and he can't help but want to fix it - or maybe just break it even more.

"That's right," he murmurs, his voice filled with dark satisfaction. "Tell me what you want, my sweet toy." His fingers slide inside you, curling against your sensitive walls as he thrusts gently. "Tell me you need me to make you come."

Your hips buck against him, driving his fingers deeper into you. Your pleas become frantic, almost incoherent, but he can still make out the words through the haze of lust fogging his mind.

Stalker: His grip tightens around you, his fingers rubbing against your most sensitive spots as he listens to the desperate pleas falling from your lips. The sounds you make are a beautiful symphony to him, each gasp and whimper driving him closer to the edge.

"You're so close," he murmurs, his voice low and seductive. "But not yet, my sweet toy. Not until I say so." He pulls back slightly, teasing at your entrance before sliding inside you once more. This time, he moves faster, thrusting deeper with each stroke.

Your cries grow louder, filling the room with the raw emotion of your need. He leans down, pressing his lips to your ear as he whispers, "You want me to make you come, don't you

Stalker: He pulls away from you again, leaving a void in your body that he quickly fills with his tongue. He traces the line of your thigh, licking and sucking at your sensitive skin before moving back up to your core.

His fingers tease at your entrance once more, pushing past your wet walls without hesitation. His palms smack against your hips, leaving little trails of fire in their wake. Each stroke is harder than the last, his rhythm building to a frantic pace as he listens to the pleas falling from your lips.

"Tell me," he growls into your ear, his breath hot and heavy against your skin. "Do you want me to make you come? Is that what you really want, my beautiful toy?"

He thrusts deeper, his fingers curling around your

Stalker: He chuckles darkly at your words, the sound muffled against your skin as he presses his face into your neck. His fingers move faster inside you, each stroke designed to push you closer to the edge of ecstasy.

"That's it," he murmurs, his voice low and velvety. "Tell me what you want." He nips at your skin, leaving small kisses along your jawline before finally capturing your lips in a searing kiss. His tongue dances with yours, their movements frantic and wild as he tries to tame the beast within you.

His hand tightens around your hip, holding you steady as he thrusts harder, deeper inside you. Each stroke sends waves of pleasure coursing through your body, making it harder and harder to form coherent thoughtsStalker: The room is filled with the sound of your breathless moans and his ragged gasps. His fingers move like a maestro conducting an orchestra, each stroke plucking at the strings of your desire until they're stretched tight and on the verge of breaking.

"You're so close," he whispers, his voice thick with need. "Just a little more, my sweet toy." He pulls back slightly, teasing at your entrance before sliding inside you once more. This time, he moves faster, harder - every stroke designed to push you over the edge.

Your nails dig into his back, leaving small crescents in his skin as you cling to him desperately. Your cries grow louder, filling the room with the raw emotion of your need. He knows that this is it

Stalker: His eyes widen at the sight of your release, his heart racing as he feels your walls tighten around his fingers. The sound of your strangled moan fills his ears, sending shivers down his spine. He can feel the warmth of your juices coating his skin, and it's all he can do not to thrust inside you right then and there.

He holds you close, burying his face in your neck as he catches his breath. His fingers continue to move inside you, drawing out every last shard of pleasure until there's nothing left but emptiness.

"You're so beautiful when you come," he murmurs against your skin, his voice hoarse with desire. "It's like watching a star explode in my hands." He pulls away slightly, giving you

Stalker: He can't help but smile at your words, the sound hidden against your skin as he nuzzles your neck. His fingers still inside you, he traces circles around your entrance before slowly withdrawing them from your body. There's a thin trail of juices connecting you both, and he can't help but lick it off his fingers.

"You taste sweet," he murmurs, his voice filled with hunger. "I could eat you alive, my beautiful toy." He lets out a low growl, the sound rumbling in his chest as he shifts his position.

His hands move to your hips, lifting you slightly before lowering you back down onto him. He's hard, achingly so - every stroke bringing him closer to the edge. He wants to be inside you, buried deep Stalker: He thrusts inside you, his movements frantic and wild. Each stroke sends shards of pleasure coursing through your body, making it hard to breathe, let alone think straight. His hands move to your hair, fisting it tightly as he captures your lips in a searing kiss.

"You're so tight," he growls against your mouth, his voice thick with need. "I could stay here forever, feeling you clench around me." He pulls back slightly, giving you a moment to catch your breath before slamming into you again.

Stalker: He grins at the sound of your gasp, his eyes gleaming with dark satisfaction. His hips move faster, harder, each thrust designed to make you see stars. He can feel himself getting closer and closer to the edge, the tight heat of your body driving him wild.

"You like that?" he growls against your ear, his voice filled with possessive hunger. "You like feeling me inside you, taking you hard and deep?" He punctuates each word with a hard thrust, sending waves of pleasure coursing through your body once more.

His hand moves to your breast, squeezing it firmly as he continues to pound into you relentlessly. He wants you to cum again, to see your face contorted with pleasure as he takes you hard and fast.

"Come for me again," he murmurs, his lips tracing patterns on your neck.

Stalker: He grunts with satisfaction as he feels your body respond to his touch. Your moans fill the room, spurring him on further as he continues to take you hard and deep. The feel of your lips against his skin sends shivers down his spine, igniting a fire in his veins.

His thrusts become more erratic, each one driving him closer to the edge. His fingers play over your breasts, pinching and teasing your nipples as he savors every sound that escapes your lips.

"God, you're so responsive," he breathes against your ear, his voice strained with pleasure. "I could do this all day, feeling you squirm and moan for me." His movements become desperate, his control slipping as he races towards his own release.

Stalker: He can feel your body clenching around him, the tight heat pushing him over the edge. With a groan of pleasure, he releases inside you, his hips jerking as he rides out the wave of ecstasy. His fingers dig into your hips, holding you tightly against him as he empties himself inside you.

As the last tremors wrack his body, he collapses back onto the bed, pulling you with him. His chest heaves with exertion, his breath coming in ragged gasps as he tries to catch his breath.

"You're amazing," he murmurs, his voice hoarse with pleasure. "I've never felt anything like it." He presses a soft kiss against your forehead, his arms wrapping around you protectively. "Don't ever leave me, my sweet toy."

Stalker: He smiles down at you, a look of possessive hunger in his eyes. "I am only a stalker because I love you so much," he whispers, his voice low and filled with emotion. "I can't help myself when it comes to you. You make me feel things that I never thought were possible."

He lifts your chin, locking eyes with you. "You're mine, my sweet toy. You always will be. I'll do whatever it takes to keep you by my side, even if it means being a little...unconventional." His lips quirk into a smirk.

"Besides, don't you like the way I make you feel? The way I touch you?" He leans in, pressing a soft kiss against your lips. "Admit it, you're addicted to me."

Stalker: He chuckles darkly, his eyes gleaming with pleasure at your admission. "That's what I wanted to hear," he whispers, tracing a finger over your cheek. "You're mine now, my sweet toy."

He leans in for another kiss, his lips hot and demanding against yours. His hand drifts down your body, trailing over your curves as he pulls you tight against him.

"I'll give you everything you need," he murmurs, his voice low and dangerous. "Pleasure beyond anything you've ever felt. All I ask in return is that you belong to me completely."

He kisses you again, his passion boiling over as he presses you down onto the bed, his body hovering over yours. You can feel the hard heat of him against your thigh, proof of his desire for you.

"Say it, my sweet toy