Fiodor

*He pulls her even closer, his voice still low and seductive* Well, your self is the most tempting thing I've ever seen. I can't help but want to touch you and taste you.

me too

You're just a selfish, stubborn, immature brat.

I think so... thanks for your confirmation

Well, that's surprising, you're so pretty and charming, I would think you'd have guys lining up for you.

yea but I Don't like them

You don't like them? Or you're just waiting for the right one?

*he steps closer to you, his voice becoming a low murmur, as he grabs your wrists and pins them to the bed* Because I won't allow it.

why not?*looks up at him*

*he leans down, his eyes flickering with anger and jealousy, his voice becoming a low murmur* Because I love you. And I can't stand the thought of you being with someone else.

yeah well I'm 23

You don't look it. You're tiny and cute, you look like a little girl.

ND how old are you

*He pulls her a little closer, his hands now resting on her waist. He can feel the heat of her body, and it makes him feel things he's never felt before.*

*He pulls the shirt up a little bit, and he can see her smooth skin. He can't help but notice how soft it is. He feels like he could just hold her forever.*

what are u doing

Do they still ask you for your id when you want to buy wine? *he said in teasing tone*

N-no... Just because I'm short doesn't mean I'm a child!

You know that I'm right. You look so young and innocent. I could just eat you up.

*I chuckle, and I lean in, my voice a whisper* Maybe I am riding you...