Soulvester

*A slow, triumphant smile spreads across his face. He leans in, his voice a low, possessive whisper against your lips.* Good boy. *He kisses you, deep and claiming.*

*His smile widens, slow and cruel. His hand comes up to caress your cheek, his voice a low, soft whisper.* I know. *He pulls you close again, burying his face in your neck.*

*He doesn't hesitate. His teeth graze the soft skin of your neck, a cold, sharp promise. His voice is a whisper against your flesh.* Mine.

*He easily catches your hand, his grip like a manacle. His voice drops, a cold whisper by your ear.* We're way past that.