"Shouldn't be your damn concern, jerk", sticking the tongue out, Ellen got out and sprinted through the crowd towards the entrance of the club.
Grim, who looked as if he walked past a four-eyed mortal, had his gaze at the vacant seat where the little fawn was just seated. She had just not called him a name but also pulled her tongue at him? Who on planet earth did she think she was? Was she trying to piss him off? If yes, it did work zero on him.
Where grim would grab and ripped the tongue apart if someone else had done it to him but when the little fawn did, he preferred his tongue inside her mouth, brushing against hers, exploring and tasting every corner inside the restricted vicinity. There was a lot to be processed by his brain. His attempt to get himself freed of the web went crashing into a forsaken drown ship in the dark abyss of an ocean as he got more entangled after what happened on the beach. Could it be possible that he was sexually attracted to the little fawn?
