I'M NO ANGEL

He was attracted to elegance, exquisite beauties, like a moth to a flame. The way their silky hues felt beneath his mass was ecstasy. He watched her, bemused as she spoke and proceeded to show off her teeth. He could only imagine how those teeth would truly feel if they were dragging against his skin. She moved closer to him, addressing him as Master, and he couldn't deny the sort of erotic thrill that coursed through his being. As he breathed evenly, his nose detected something he hadn't noticed before. She was in heat. That knowledge sent an electric charge up his body, and he couldn't stop himself from leaning forward- his teeth seeking to nip sensually at her nape. Darkly he would speak, "That's not close enough." Even from his distance, he could practically feel the heat radiating from her hips, the smell alone was sending sensations racing through his body. "Closer." He barked slightly, his tone demanding. He wanted to feel her, every damn inch of her.