I tried to sell my soul last night
Funny, he wouldn't even take a bite
Well, fuck me, that actually worked. And didn’t she know if he actually has his way that’s exactly what she’d be doing? But let’s not get ahead of ourselves Ashhal. Still any number of ways this could turn sideways. Of course, he’s pretty damned used to dealing with shit like that. Really, he could make do with just about anything. Lucky girl, ain’t she?
She could be, if she played her cards right.
Fucking cocky bastard. But he wouldn’t be Ashhal if he were anything else.
His smirk widens a bit as she mumbles ’Oh boy’ while nearly tripping over herself to back away, apparently overcome by his mere presence. Damn straight. She wouldn’t be the only woman he’s left speechless. And the hell if there isn’t more where that came from.
With that wicked curl still etched on his lips, he steps closer once more. His wings tuck neatly into his lean sides, the well-toned muscles of his shoulders flexing with the movement. Fucking dilettante that he is, he still manages to keep in shape. And the hell if there isn’t something women find as mouthwatering as handsome face and a hard body. He’s a goddamned heathen, sure, but he’s not a fucking idiot.
Holy fuck, but the way she wavers with uncertainty is delicious. That little hint of curiosity gleaming from her eyes doubly so. Oh hell yeah, he has her now. His eyes darken, his features turning positively hungry. He closes the remaining distance between them, his muzzle coming close to the dark skin of her cheek. A breath away, almost touching but not quite. His tone devilishly dark, he finally murmurs his response, his breath whispering past her skin as he does so. “I could show you, if you want.”
