I looked into her eyes, trying to spot a lie or some trick.
But all I saw was real, wild desperation—honest, yeah, but wrapped in a vibe that hit me hard.
Her tears soaked the grass, her lips quivering as she breathed, each one a slow, flirty tease.
She stared back, waiting for me to decide, but there was a spark in those wet eyes—a sly, sexy challenge hiding in her surrender.
"That's it?" I growled, gripping her throat, squeezing just enough to make her gasp. Her lips twitched into a tiny smile, like she knew she was getting to me.
"Daidee…" she whispered, her voice sliding over me like a warm touch, "I'd crawl through filth for you… let me be dirty for you."
She arched her back a bit, her full, milk-heavy breasts swaying, totally on purpose.
"Breed me… claim me…use me, I'll whisper your name every time I breathe if you do." Her words sounded obedient, all soft and giving, but that smoky, sweet tone? It was pulling me in, making my pulse race.
