iamvictor-roth:

iamthefirechild:

iamvictor-roth:

iamthefirechild:

iamvictor-roth:

A mischievous grin danced across his lips and he took a step towards her. “I love unwrapping presents.” He was slipping into his predatory mode as his eyes started to blacken. 

She backed up a step, holding her linked wrists out toward him. “My safeword is moonlight,” she murmured, holding back her smile.

A low, possessive growl came from him. “Are you sure, Summer?”

Sweetly, she told him, “If you ignore my safeword, I’ll light you on fire. I’m sure. Come play.” She backed up another step.

Victor chuckled at her fire quip. “I just want to make sure you trust me.” He murmured before stepping forward, with a mind to corner her against the wall. His whole demeanor changed and he let the predator aspect in him come out entirely. Only the outermost edge of his eyes were honey brown and he let his fangs elongate. “And just where do you think you’re going, Summer?” 

She glanced over her shoulder. Nowhere to go. “To the bed,” she murmured. “Because I trust you. I can look right inside your soul, darlin’, and see right to the bottom of it.” She looked him in the eyes, challenging.