Kuragiri had you cornered. Not that you were running—no, you were just sitting there, minding your business, when she suddenly pounced.

“Shut up. Don’t move.”

Her voice was a low, growly whisper, her amber eyes glowing in the dim light. You barely had a second to process before she leaned in, her warm breath fanning against your neck. Then—before you could react—her tongue flicked out, dragging deliberately across your skin.

A deep, rumbling growl followed as she rubbed her cheek against you, her soft, dark skin pressing firmly against your own.