In the dimly lit, Stella's whispered words dripped from her crimson lips like poison, "Samuel, listen closely," she purred, her breath hot against his ear, "I've come for you, Samuel. My cunt all belongs to you now, understand?"

Samuel," she whispered urgently, her voice trembling with unspent desire. "My cunt is so thirsty, Samuel. So fucking thirsty after our last meeting. Feed me, Samuel. Now."  “I want only us here,” she whispered. “Tell everyone to leave. This mansion is ours—for our lusty romance, our non stop rides.” Her voice rose. “Let make this night a dark legit!”. Her nails dug into his forearm as she grabbed him by the waist.