Devil's Dance

The desire in her eyes was clear, her mannerisms showing that she wanted this. He inhaled her scent as she closed the remaining distance between them, her words falling like silk. Oh how he loved when women submitted to him. It gave him a sense of power, desire, and a willingness to serve. She was his to command just as his mate was.

She had one condition, however. Though it was a simple one, he nodded. "Of course, he's welcome to come see me whenever you find him. If he's anything like you I'll welcome him with open arms." He purred, his body brushing teasingly against her as he brushed his head over her back. She was his to command hm? Well that was exactly what he liked to hear. "Ready, my sweet Ylva?" His excitement was growing. The prospect at having a bit of fun to have a reward at the end was oh so devastatingly tempting. And he could barely contain himself.