Grim
It’s amusing to rattle her.
It wasn’t easy to do, but when it happens, I feel like a shark activated by the scent of blood and I can’t get enough.
Lily has a particular button, and it feels as though it only appears for me.
And for me only.
But rattling her also meant it rattles me and I can’t keep pushing it without risking losing my self control. Being around Lily is like playing with fire, the thrill of it, the exhilaration of being burned, and when burned, it only gets better. A sting that makes me want more. A sting that was a little too addicting.
Her little gasps, her adorable blushing face and the way she tries to pull or run away from me.
I couldn’t get enough of it.
Maybe it’s the animal in me, but I like to see her try to run away from me, her breathless sighs a
