05-17-2014, 07:54 AM
Returning from the dead did not impress a woman broke free of hell. His prison could not compare to hers in the slightest. The poor white boy dallied with the wrong people and spent a few years pampered in a fortress by the sea. Despite the truth of their matters, the sour taste of embitterment did not curl her tongue with anger. Such was simply the way things were, as obvious that Spectra was a diamond among pebbles of women.
His voice firmed, although the touch of his hand did not echo the harshness in the way his question was delivered. Spectra approved of the change in demeanor. It was more befitting to his soul. However there existed a fine balance between an authoritative man vying for ambition and one who fancied himself capable of manipulating the diamond she was as though she were yet another twinkle in a meaningless constellation that Damien could tweak according to his whims. So far, he was edging that fine line, but what glinted in Spectra's consideration was not a warning, but rather, a contemplation of the many possibilities he posed.
Her gaze was direct, as was the aim of her hands along the inner most line of his thighs. "Challenge him, Damien. I've seen him, you know, the Ascendancy. I've been in the same room as him, and he is impressive, but you could tear him apart."
Her hands cupped and caressed, her mouth parted ever so slightly, the tone of her suggestions tantalizing. The Light was an absent thing, as Spectra did not need its forces to imbue such proposals. The tentacles of her urges could curl around men's hearts with the heat of her gaze alone. "And if I were at your side..,"
she smiled and drew the tab of his zipper low.
Edited by Spectra Lin, May 17 2014, 08:31 AM.
His voice firmed, although the touch of his hand did not echo the harshness in the way his question was delivered. Spectra approved of the change in demeanor. It was more befitting to his soul. However there existed a fine balance between an authoritative man vying for ambition and one who fancied himself capable of manipulating the diamond she was as though she were yet another twinkle in a meaningless constellation that Damien could tweak according to his whims. So far, he was edging that fine line, but what glinted in Spectra's consideration was not a warning, but rather, a contemplation of the many possibilities he posed.
Her gaze was direct, as was the aim of her hands along the inner most line of his thighs. "Challenge him, Damien. I've seen him, you know, the Ascendancy. I've been in the same room as him, and he is impressive, but you could tear him apart."
Her hands cupped and caressed, her mouth parted ever so slightly, the tone of her suggestions tantalizing. The Light was an absent thing, as Spectra did not need its forces to imbue such proposals. The tentacles of her urges could curl around men's hearts with the heat of her gaze alone. "And if I were at your side..,"
she smiled and drew the tab of his zipper low.
Edited by Spectra Lin, May 17 2014, 08:31 AM.