The black widow

Jäwell had a grin drawing on his lips while caressing Leïlana's shoulder sensually.  

"You made yourself a servant?" He asked, realizing she had played him like a fool, enjoying his anger. 

"An assistant," She corrected him.

Leïlana tilted her hand to let him access her while his hand went up her neck on the wound he had made her.

"Did you enjoy toying with me like this?"

She nodded once again in silence but her eyes were telling everything. 

"You know me too well, Leïlana, you make me act like a fool."

He pressed his hand a bit more on her throat before lowering it completely onto her stomach, he leaned his head on her neck and kissed the blood on the collar of her dress. She enjoyed his violence, she always did. Jäwell was a passionate person and his emotions have always been pure, without limits. 

Leïlana placed her both arms around his neck, pressing her lips on his with passion. When she pulled away, she had a very dark look.