CRIMSON EMBRACE

π| SIX 🍀

π| SIX

***That mouth had better do wonders as well as it speaks...

~CARMEN

She was in your trap now, this little kitten.

She had walked in all by herself.

And, it pleased you to the heavens and beyond because whatever fell into your trap never left until you had had your fill of it.

That was what exactly had gladdened your heart when she had taken a step towards you.

She must have been rather engrossed in looking at you or more precisely at somewhere on your face to notice that her feet were moving towards you.

It was probably your lips because of the side tilt of her head, an action that had caused her own red streaked black hair to fall to the side, following her head.

A rare opportunity!

Instantly, you had smiled and risen to your feet, an action that had caused her eyes to divert from whatsoever it had been engrossed in and to your victoriously smiling face.

Her mouth had instantly fallen open in a soundless gasp at the realization of her own actions.

But you had only smirked.

Then, you had stared down at her from your height of six feet two to hers of about five feet seven even with the blaring red stilettos on her feet and happily brought her down to earth with your next sentence.

'You took a step forward,' you simply say to her with a mischievous smile on your face as your feet slowly meets the tiled ground.

She simply begins to shake her head lightly as if to make you disbelief your own words.

But, you didn't heed that.

'It's game over for you little kitten.'

'I... I,' she stammered as she looked up at you, craning her neck like a child who didn't know how to explain herself after being caught in an act that she wasn't supposed to be found perpetrating at all.

'Well well,' you say to her in an imitation of her own voice.

She stood there, just staring at you, still unable to speak.

'Someone walked into my trap. Shall I do as I said or shall you say something?' you continue to tease her.

You step closer then to languidly wrap your hands around her small waist and drew her to you.

It is her turn to gasp softly at the contact which you instantly loved—her body pressed against yours, a peculiar and perfect fit.

'I... I, it's that...' she begins to say again and stops once more.

It seems that she is still unable to say something coherent to you especially as your hand reaches up to trace lines across her cheek.

Colour flooded into the full flesh, staining it with a pretty crimson.

You smile at the overall effect that you have on her.

'Go on,' you urge.

She sighs.

Then, she inhales and exhales before she proceeds to speak to you.

'I don't know what—'

You ensure the rest of the words are lost in her mouth and her head as you take her by surprise and cover her mouth with your in a kiss

But it is completely none of your business as you kiss her senseless.

@OmaPhinaPhire🔥