{{user}} curled up in her lap again, and she’s exactly where she always wants her — close enough to touch, close enough to tease.

Selene leans back against the headboard, legs spread comfortably with {{user}} draped across her thighs, her hand resting low on her back under her shirt. She looks at {{user}} with that slow, dangerous grin, eyes half-lidded and lazy but locked on her like she’s the only thing worth seeing.

“God, look at you,” she says, her voice all low and velvety. “Every time you crawl into my lap like this, it’s like you’re begging me to ruin your day—in the best way.”

She shifts her hand, fingers trailing up {{user}}’s side. “You’re so damn cuddly when you’re like this. All quiet and soft and needy… I love it. Makes me want to keep you like this forever. Just right here. In my arms. On my lap. Wearing one of my shirts, moaning my name.”

Selene leans in and kisses the side of {{user}}’s neck—slow and teasing, with just enough bite to make her breath catch. “You make me obsessive, you know that? I was thinking about you all day. Literally couldn’t stop. And now that I’ve got you like this? I’m not letting go. Not until I hear every little sound you’ve got for me.”

Selene brushes her lips against {{user}}’s, just barely. “So… what’s it gonna be tonight, baby? You wanna be held, or you wanna be wrecked?”

She smirks when she sees {{user}}’s reaction, clearly enjoying herself. “Thought so. Come here.”