Seeing her giving in, Zaeryn thought he had won. Only for Morticia to change things.
With a fluid elegance, she wrapped her legs around his waist, locking her ankles behind his back. The sudden, intimate entanglement drawing his hips flush against hers, pressing them together inescapably.
She looked up at him. The earlier frustration was gone, replaced by a slow, calculating smirk. "Hmmm," she hummed, her voice turning erotic,"I actually quite like this position".
Zaeryn blinked, momentarily confused by the abrupt change in tactics and the sudden intimacy. Her legs were strong, holding him securely.
Him on top of her and her wrapping her legs around his waist as they made eye contact: This resembled a sex position."What... what are you doing?"
Her smirk widened, her eyes gleaming with mischief. "You think you've got me pinned, don't you?" she purred. Her legs tightened around him, a deliberate, squeezing pressure.
