Fuck yes

You lean forward, face still impassive despite the incessant hammering in your chest and the elated feeling coursing through your veins. Your lips brush against her ear again.

"Fuck. Yes." You feel her shudder in your grip as a devious grin spreads your lips. "And if I'm being perfectly honest, the prospect of being your prisoner is a huge turn-on."

A familiar devilish glint enters her viridian eyes, and triumph sings in your blood as you see Alessa returning from the darkness.

"Handcuffed, trapped in a cell..."

Her gaze begins to heat up.

"...subject to periodic cavity searches..."

Her eyes turn predatory as you start to back up toward your bed.

"...helpless and alone..."

You tremble a little, hopelessly turned on by the hungry look on her face as you fall back against the mattress.

"...constantly at the mercy of my warden."

The room falls completely silent for a few tense seconds, the air too thick and hot and you can't even breathe because she's staring at you like a piece of roasted steak.

And then she parts her lips and speaks. "Your warden, huh?"

"Yeah," you practically squeak.

Her lips spread into a wide, feral grin as her eyes flash with ravenous hunger.