Show me how

A low chuckle rumbled in his throat at her words. His amber eyes glinted with a mischievous spark as his tongue traced a slow, deliberate path up her inner thigh. "And I love playing with you," he responded, his voice husky with desire. The growl rising in him was not just from predatory instinct now, but also an overwhelming desire for the woman beneath him.

He maintained his gaze, watching as every flicker of pleasure danced across her face. His breath hitched in his chest as he heard her words, those sultry whispers that only stoked the flames of his arousal further. Aresenn felt a familiar thrill surge through him, a predator's primal satisfaction at the sight of his quarry's surrender. His tongue continued its dance, relishing her taste and the shudder of pleasure he could coax from her with each stroke. The scent of her, the taste of her—it was intoxicating and he was drunk on it. He grazed the inside of her thighs with his nails- his rhythm was slow and deliberate, the exquisite torture of his gentle ministrations that hoped to drive her to the brink of insanity. Until she could take no more.

For a moment, Aresenn allowed himself to simply bask in her words, the timbre of her voice sending shivers down his spine. His eyes bore into hers, his own darkened by lust and desire. The richness of her voice was intoxicating, each word she spoke tasted like honey and venom. He savored every sound, every shiver that ran through her body, a testament to his prowess. Her command was an irresistible beacon, pulling him deeper into the intoxicating abyss of her desire. He trailed his lips back up the length of her body as he positioned himself just right, before surging forward, gripping her hips tightly as he filled her.

A low growl passed through his lips, his eyes locking onto hers once again as he stilled, allowing her a moment to adjust to his intrusion. He relished that moment- each sharp breath. He tightened his hold on her, his muscles straining under the tension of holding back, his every instinct begging him to plunge deeper, to violently claim her as his own. And then he moved. Slowly as he could manage at first, indulging in the sensation of her. The world outside their little bubble ceased to exist. And it was simply just him and her.

"Aresenn Praetor"