"...why dont you sit on it, princess?” he tells you, his sloped eyes sparkling with curiosity, inquisitive and dark.

Pulling you in with one hand on the small of your back, and the other creeping up the side of your face, he leaned over you. Gently tempting you, his big eyes hooded, he ghosted the tip of his nose over the side of your neck, tracing shapes against your pulse point.

"I think you'd like it," Hiromi insisted, feeling the warmth of the trembling sigh that escapes your parted lips, leaving soft kisses on your skin.