"Stricken so intensely with lust that you're reduced to making mere threats? That isn't the 𝘵𝘺𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘵 I have come to admire so much!"
Her lips formed a wide smirk as her hands moved up to give the flared tip a squeeze through Orfevre's clothes.
"I think I'll keep teasing —
s - son of a . . 💢
unfortunately, she wasn't wrong at all with how she described Orfevre's pitiful state .
she'd quietly growl though, under such words whilst being groped so intensely .. it felt humiliating ❗
❛ d - do as you must already ..