The Lion And The Lamb

"You're soft with him."

"That alone should tell you I'm not interested." She scoffed.

"I would worship you." He countered.

"He already does."

"How can he? He can't worship what he does not cherish."

"My heart belongs to him."

"Yet your body betrays you." He stated, circling her like the prey he vowed to make her.

"Don't touch me." She ordered but the authority was lost in translation as her voice shied away.

"Look at me."

She disobeyed.

"Look at me." He barked in a harsher tone. When she didn't budge, he hooked a finger under her chin forcing her face up.

"Look. At. Me." He repeated for the final time, each word hanging in suspense as he took the liberty to force her legs further apart as he found himself closer to where he needed to be. He felt the tremble of her thighs in her attempt to shut off his access and the corners of his lips twitched in satisfaction when she couldn't.

He inched his face closer to her lips and her eyes instantly flew up in protest. He hovered, staring straight into her rebellious gaze. Yet Harlow was entranced with the chaotic emotions charging the atmosphere surrounding their two very different beings.

He knew he had her where he wanted her.

"Don't." She pleaded.

"Do you feel that? Your heartbeat is firing off. Your body is buzzing and your thighs are ready to gridlock the only capable cock that can give you what you need. Your little cunt is pulsing, already preparing to accommodate my size." He had the pleasure of finally illiciting that submissive gasp from her before he continued, "If a man doesn't make you feel like this, that's not a man. You're playing around with boys who don't know the first thing about what to do with a woman like you."

Her eyes snapped up to his attention. He smiled slightly. "When a real man is not making money, he's balls deep in the woman that makes him want to make more money. Don't settle for less."