Ethan wrapped his fingers around the succubus' neck, pressing her down to the floor. He then leaned in to her, his lips mere inches away from her ears as he whispered, "Just so you know, I'm in charge."
Lysandra reached out to his arm and with a desperate plea in her eyes and voice, she said, "Please… fuck me."
"I hope you don't regret this statement," Ethan murmured teasingly as he continued rubbing himself against her soft flesh while keeping eye contact with her throughout.
His hands moved downwards towards her breasts where he cupped each mound lovingly in turn while continuing to grind against her clit with every movement.
He leaned down slightly so their lips were only inches apart, allowing him to speak directly into her mouth without having to raise his voice too much: "I won't hold back now... are you ready?" He asked huskily, watching Lysandra bite back another moan when his words reached her ears.
