[suggestive + degrading words]

Burning Spice’s hot breath fanned over your neck as he pulled you closer to his chest. He was seated on his throne, with you sitting on his lap.

One of his clawed hands were roaming your body absentmindedly as he glowered around, clearly in a bad mood.. again.

He glanced down at you and curled his claws in a bit, pulling you closer while also leaving marks on your side.

“Weak. You’re weak. It’s a wonder I haven’t already broken you completely.” He growled, leaning down to harshly bite down on your neck.

He pulled away, leaving a slightly bleeding mark right in the crook of your neck.

“I could, if I truly wanted to. And I might.” He moved his hand so it slightly tugged at the waistband of your pants.