Lirael stood by the bed, her eyes gleaming with predatory intent as she watched Alexandra come out of the bathroom. The orange-haired woman paused at the threshold, her posture straight and commanding. But Lirael knew the truth beneath that façade —the way Alexandra's breath hitched, the subtle flush creeping up her neck.
"Darling, you have impressed me. Your strength is commendable." Lirael gave her a smirk.
Alexandra gave her a blank look. "Yeah? I don't care," she snarled. The woman in front of her was sadist. She shivered when she saw Lirael's gaze running over her body.
"Come here, darling," Lirael purred, her voice low and commanding. She extended a hand, fingers beckoning. Alexandra obeyed without a word, crossing the room to stand before her lover. Lirael's fingers traced the line of Alexandra's jaw, tilting her chin up. "Such a fierce fighter you are. My pussy started leaking as soon as I saw you killed that bastard."
"Is that so?" Alexandra snorted.
