Explicit content ahead 18+
(Author's POV)
"What are you doing, Dion?" Myra questioned Dion; she was stumped by his abrupt actions.
"My-ra" Dion whispered her named like it was some sweet venom making Myra feel intoxicating. She gasped as her breathing turned heavy just by that.
Dion's hands locked her in his cage like grip, imprisoning her in his embrace, as he sniffed her neck sensually. "Ummm, Myra Miracle, you were looking so damn alluring in those dresses. It was getting hard for me to keep my senses in check' Dion nibbled at her earlobe, making slurping sounds.
Myra's body shivered unconsciously, her hands trembling. She was scared by Dion. "Dion, don't do such things, uhhh, this isn't ummm, right" her voice sounding just like a whisper.
