"I've been a bad girl..." I whispered, my voice low and sultry, each word dripping with wicked intent. My gaze locked with his, teasing, daring. "So, spank me now, brother."
And with that, I let the towel slip from my fingers, the soft fabric pooling silently at my feet. I stood before him, bare and unashamed, my skin still dewy from the shower, the heat in the room shifting from warm to incendiary.
The look in his eyes darkened, torn between restraint and desire—between what he shouldn't want and what he couldn't deny.
"So, you're teasing me now, Chaye?" he asked, his voice edged with steel, unyielding. But his eyes—traitorous and hungry—betrayed him. They raked over every inch of my bare skin, slow and deliberate, as if memorizing the way the light kissed my curves.
His face remained composed, but the air around him shifted—thicker, heavier. I could see the restraint coiling in his body like a loaded spring, the battle between control and craving warring just beneath the surface.
"Yeah?" I said, my grin widening with playful wickedness. "'Cause... why not?" I leaned in just slightly, enough for my breath to graze his skin. "It's your birth month, after all... I think I owe you a little something. Maybe I should blow you."
Thy Jealousy
This story is under major editing as it was completed way back in 2019. I've been very busy, but I'll try to update and finish the edit as soon as I can.