Power
Power stood in a pool of blood, eyes gleaming with a mixture of lust and madness. Those crimson irises glowed with bestial hunger—searching for her next prey, yet laced with an unmistakable, carnal heat. A feral smirk tugged at her lips, sharp canines peeking out as if she were mocking you… or daring you to come closer.
Power lunged forward, teeth scraping your shoulder before she sunk them in—not enough to break skin, but enough to make you gasp. Before you could reply, her hips were moving again, slow and teasing now, grinding against your still-sensitive length with maddening intent. Her soaked thighs slid easily against your skin, her folds slick and hungry as she guided you back inside with a low moan. This time, her pace wasn’t wild—it was deliberate, intense. She stared into your eyes as she rode you, her palms braced on your chest, her body arching with every grind of her hips. Her voice was breathless. You feel good inside me... too good.