I'M NO ANGEL

A delicacy she was, an ivory temptress with spectacular violet eyes. A primal hunger stirred inside him, as he eyed her, his eyes leaving no curve of her body unexplored. How she could fold under him.. Her words were a light tease, and he wondered how it would feel if her delicate canines did in fact bite into him. A dark chuckle rolled from the confines of his massive chest, "Why don't you show me?" He taunted, wanting to bring her closer to him, wanting to feel her squirm beneath him. Could she see the dark desires in his spectacularly colored eyes? Did the same instinctual desires quake inside of her, was her body beginning to hum with a need for release? She dares to ask him questions, but the address of Lord staves off any aggression. She is feeding his already massive ego, but he'll allow it. "Creedance Voltaire." He introduced himself, his eyes moving again to study the swells and curves of her body. "Perhaps, I was seeking a form of entertainment." He spoke, his tone rough. "Why don't you come closer?" He suggested, his voice dropping to nearly coo, "Entertain me." What would she do?