"Let's have sex again"
"That was fun, wasn't it?"
Ila's voice was a sultry blade, her teal eyes gleaming with manic desire as she leaned closer, her lips brushing his ear, her breath hot against his skin.
Her black hair, loose and cascading, tickled his neck.
Syn's eyes widened, a flicker of fear breaking through his defiance, his body tensing as Ila's hands roamed, her intent clear, her dominance absolute.
"No," he rasped, his voice weak, his body straining against the cuffs, the metal biting deeper into his wrists, drawing thin lines of red marks.
But Ila's smile only grew, her fingers moving to his pants, unfastening them with ruthless efficiency, the fabric tearing under her strength.
She shed her own royal tunic, revealing a black tank top that clung to her muscular curves, her pants following, her bare thighs gleaming in the screen's crimson glow, her body a testament to her power and menace.
