[Fact, she does like it one someone listens to her. The more defiant they are, the more satisfying it is when they obey. And he does so, turning around, that she lets her eyes sweep over him in approval.

Still, when he touches her, it feels like her soul is set on fire. And she can smell it, the blood on his hand that's so close, she could almost taste it. And she wants to, thinking to herself how she could run her tongue over his palms to taste every drop. It's turning rather unbearable.]

I was able to control it. [She's disciplined, she's good. Controlled. Her hand moves, walking themselves over the centre of his shirt.] And then you really had to go change all of that, no? Very well.

[In a flash, she makes a grab for his collar so that she can yank him down, his lips close to hers for her to reply.]

Come, let's go together. Before I make you.