Coy Esme

His eyes however held amusement and a warning that seeked an answer to his previous question ''So, tell me Princess, who is your man?''

His eyes screamed 'Answer' 

Her lips tilted up slightly as she looked at him in the provocation, seemingly saying, 'Make me'

Esme was more stubborn even on the verge of her doom. She dug her fingers harder inside his skin as moved closer to him, gliding on his length with her movement, her face flushed with desire. 

Aleister gritted his teeth and grabbed the back of her knee and yanked one of her legs up as he placed her ankle on his shoulder, her body was raised upwards. 

Esme was amused at how her body was not breaking apart. But her amusement withered away when she felt him filling her differently, deeper this time, hitting places she did not even know existed. 

''Ahh… There…'' she clung to him, to soothe the desperate itch growing in her body.