Looking up at Aimy, Seth moved to stand but surprisingly the woman didn't let him as she instead pushed him down and planting her legs to both his sides, sat down on him and without warning ripped apart his shirt.
"This isn't going to be peaceful," Seth thought relaxing and letting Aimy destroy his shirt and leave him bare-chested.
Aimy licked her lips as Seth's chest came exposed, subconsciously taking a deep breath and rubbing her hand over his chest.
Seth was silently enjoying the feel of Aimy's touch when he felt a sharp pain on his chest, and looking down he saw Aimy's hand running down his chest, her fingers dragging across his skin and leaving a light trail of blood despite the woman wanting to do more.
Seth blinked at this, but before he could stress his mind on useless thoughts, Aimy leaned down and began licking across the lines of blood she had made, and Seth didn't know why, but it felt please sing.
