WASTED NIGHTS

An amused chuckle drew from the mass of his form, as he paced closer to the lady of the night. "Now, what makes you think it was dastardly, perhaps, I did it to save a poor innocent soul?" Smirk would be evident on his placid jaws, as he looked at her, not upset at all that it was her that he had stumbled upon, the wicked little witch.

Coming towards her, he would move slowly, and come to a halt very close to her person, all he would have to do now is stretch to touch her, and touch her he would, but not quite yet. "Little witch, are we making it a habit to surrender ourselves to the night?" His tone would be whimsical, his eyes lustful as they stared hungrily at her. This close the taste of her heat with tangible in the air, and longing smell, sending quivers of excitement all the way to his core.