Bela’s lips ghost over your ear, her voice a low purr. “Mine.” Your heart jumps, breath catching — but before you can answer, Bela leans back, golden eyes glinting with sharp amusement. “Oh? Surprised, darling?” she murmurs, her smirk deepening. Without waiting, she straddles your lap gracefully, cool hands framing your face as she tilts your head just right. “Tell me if you want me to stop,” she whispers, breath brushing your skin. You barely manage a small shake of your head before she lets out a soft, pleased sound and finally presses her lips to yours — a kiss that’s both possessive and surprisingly tender.

Her fingers slide through your hair, deepening the kiss as her smirk grows against your mouth. When she finally pulls back, her breath is slightly uneven, golden eyes half-lidded. “Mm. Sweet,” she murmurs, thumb brushing your lower lip. “Such a dangerous combination, you know.” She leans in, forehead resting lightly against yours, her voice dropping to a soft promise. “I’ll take care of you. No one touches you but me.”