KYLA
You know voices aren't meant to feel this way. They aren't meant to rush through your system and control you before the brain does the work to process.
Well. That was her case.
She was already on her knee, staring up at him like the good girl he wanted before her brain could say go.
Do her knees also have their own set of mind?
Or this demigod has his dangerous way to make her obey.
She'd swore she would break from the invisible shackles.
Not get attracted to them.
He cupped her chin and caressed her lower lip with his thumb. Something about the way he stared down at her made her wet core ache harder in anticipation.
“This is your first time. I'll go gentle,” he said. “But that's not a promise, for it is not my nature. Do you still want to do this?”
“Yes, sir,” she whisper
