" Wait, baby, you don't have to do this; I'm the one who should... " Elijah gently lifted her chin, making her look at him and stopping her dangerous advance.

" And what if I want to do it? Will you deny me? " Ophelia licked her red lips and looked pleased as Elijah swallowed and watched her like a wild animal in agony.

She almost laughed in his face.

Here, the roles were reversed; he was the virginal boy, and she was the rogue seductress.

"No, I won't deny you anything, but you might not like it, you might choke a bit, we can leave it for later, you don't have to do it now for me…"

" I'm not doing it for you," she clarified defiantly," I do everything for me and will judge whether I like it or not."

Elijah looked into those seductive blue eyes and wondered who the hell was the prey here and who the hunter, or rather, the huntress, was.

Then, Ophelia took in her hand that powerful and large member, throbbing strongly, and looked at it up close, fascinated.

From there came, even more i