The devil threw his head back and laugh at her reaction. Confusion, discomfort, and anger. Everything to make this interesting. Fang slipped back, grabbing her hands in his firm grip. He was well practiced with fighting females. Especially the ones who could actually pose as a threat. His amusement grew deeper as he backed the female into the tree, holding her still. Now, now. How about we introduce our selves? Would that help you relax? He nipped at her neck, wishing she wouldn’t put up such a fight but at the same time loving the sensation of having to bend her will. The name’s Fang.
Depending on her reply, the male who was thirsty for a woman’s body was deciding what to do. Let her relax? Threaten to kill her? It all relied on the black fae’s shoulders. He smacked and licked his lips at the mouthwatering thoughts that filled his mind. Oh yes, it was time to use this woman for himself. Whether she would like it or not.
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Fang Table By Cait.