Command? Hah, he needed no command. All he needed was the right sensation, the right demon to hook his mind into the action. His senses took it all in, the voices and looks were utterly perfect. He could feel that sensation bubbling wildly inside of him, crazily planning to control his moves. His thoughts were so insane yet they were so good. Sweat and heat burned through him. He could take it no more. How was she able to perform such a devilish spell? How had he fallen for such a captivating aura like a fly caught in a spider's web?
He was dying for her. It was more than want or desire. It was hunger. And that hunger had to be fulfilled. He wouldn't want to starve, would he? The delicacy before him was all that could fulfil that hunger.
A low growl rippled through his throat as he strolled over to the woman's rear. Desperation gripped him longingly. He needed no approval, no authorisation. He was going to lean in, take it all and rip it away from her. With his last slow exhale, he would complete his plan and join them together as master and slave.
