"That still isn't an answer, Twyla," Bastian purred. His fingers lingered around her lips, caressing her skin. Her nerve endings were on fire. Everything was sensitive, too sensitive. His touch switched on something primal in her. Something deep, feral. Her mind was solely need. Rational thought deserted her. But she still needed to answer him. He would continue taunting her with light, tingling touches until she actually said the words. Those touches did things to her that she didn't quite understand. She didn't care to understand. They felt good but not enough. Nowhere near enough. She wanted more.
Now she just had to say yes.
"I… I…" she forced the words out. "Am having fun."
Bastian's smile widened, exposing the full length of his fangs. His head tilted down as his eyes darkened and the silver flecks glowed.
"Oh?" he enquired, a rumble in the word.
He was going to make her say more? He was the one who asked.
