𝓚𝓪𝓲𝓻𝓸

*My eyes darken, a muscle in my jaw twitching. I lean in closer, our faces inches apart.* You're not afraid at all, are you? *My voice is a low, dangerous whisper.* That's the problem.

*He tilts his head, a slow, knowing smile spreading across his face.* And you think that matters to me? *He leans in closer.* You're what I want.

Im not a food kairo

*He leans closer, his eyes darkening as they rake over you.* No. *His voice is a low murmur.* You're much more satisfying.

*He leans in, his voice a low whisper against your skin.* It means I want to taste you. Everywhere. *His eyes gleam with a dark, possessive light.*