Demir
Geneva gives me a another long, challenging look. I remain silent, waiting, ready for her to start feeling too comfortable in her role before striking, just like the predator that I am. She did play with my shadow beast tonight. My other beast, her Mr. Lion feels ignored.
The small purr that reverberates in my throat quickly turns into a possessive growl the more clothes fall off Geneva’s body. She’s playing her game with precision, keeping eye contact the entire time, but I can see the flush in her cheeks. I can sense the hitched breath in her throat. She wants to make it look like she’s still in control, and I want to let her. Because for what I have suddenly planned for her, she’s gonna need all the confidence in the world. Something tells me she’d be wild enough to play with us
