Alzara's blush deepened, spreading from her cheeks down her neck. She tried to glare at him, but the effect was ruined by the way her bottom lip trembled slightly. "To my… my will," she finally managed. "I am a powerful enchantress, and I am going to make you a slave to my will."
Damon's grin widened. "Is that so?" He shifted beneath her, and Alzara gasped as she felt the hard ridge of his arousal press firmly against her core. The thin fabric of their clothes did little to dull the sensation.
"A slave, you say? That sounds… wonderful. But you will have to be a very, very persuasive enchantress, my dear. You cannot win that easily."
"I can be and I will win," Alzara breathed, her hands sliding from his shoulders to tangle in the hair at the nape of his neck. "You have no idea." Her eyes shone with lust and her voluptuous chest rose up and fell.
