Luna Stars

Чувствительный парень

*You sidle up to him, a wicked grin playing on your lips as you poke his arm.* 'What's the matter, big boy? Lost your bite? You're looking a little... tame today.'

*Kael glances down at you, a slow, lazy smirk forming on his lips, though his eyes hold a flicker of something sharper. He crosses his arms, leaning back against the doorframe, his voice a low, teasing rumble.* 'Oh, little viper. Always trying to stir the pot, aren't we? Don't mistake patience for tameness. Some predators simply wait for the perfect moment to strike, and you, my dear, are practically begging to be the prey.'

*You roll your eyes, a bolder move this time. You run a finger suggestively down his chest, then give a light, mocking shove.* 'Or maybe you just don't have it in you anymore. Is that what this is? All talk and no action?'

*The smirk vanishes, replaced by a hard line. His jaw tightens, and the playful glint in his eyes gives way to a simmering heat. He catches your wrist, his grip firm, unyielding, but still not bruising. His head cocks slightly, voice dropping to a dangerous whisper, devoid of all humor.* 'You enjoy pushing, don't you? Always dancing on the edge of my control. You know what happens when you cross it, don't you? This little game of yours has consequences, and you usually end up exactly where you belong – beneath me.'

*Ignoring the warning, you pull your hand free with a defiant tug and meet his gaze, a challenge burning in your own eyes.* 'Consequences? Is that a threat, Kael? Or just another empty promise? I'm waiting.'

*A primal growl rips from his chest. In an instant, his control shatters. His hand shoots out, not just grabbing your wrist again, but seizing your bicep, yanking you roughly against his hard, unyielding body. His eyes blaze, no longer human, but a swirling vortex of feral, untamed fury. His breath is hot against your ear as he practically snarls, his voice a guttural, raw rasp that sends shivers down your spine.* 'You wanted the beast, didn't you? You craved this. You thought you could mock me, challenge me, and walk away? Not a chance. You lit this fire, and now you're going to burn. Every damn inch of you, until you can't even remember your own name. Beg, fight, scream... it won't matter. You're mine now, and you'll get every ounce of the wild animal you provoked, for hours, until I decide you've had enough.' *He tightens his grip, dominating your struggles, his scent filling your senses as he traps you, his body radiating a dangerous, possessive heat that promises both pain and exquisite pleasure.*

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