Speak your mind...

He took a step closer, the door now fully open, his gaze locked on hers. There was no mistaking the intent in his eyes, a hunger that matched the nervous anticipation she exuded. His voice, when he finally spoke, was low and edged with the unmistakable note of his darker desires.

"Is there something you need?" he asked, his tone smooth yet charged with the promise of what was to come.

The woman's breath hitched, her lips parting slightly as she met his gaze. Whatever uncertainty she had been feeling seemed to melt away under the intensity of his stare, replaced by a yearning that she could no longer deny.

Leon's incubus nature reveled in the shift, in the way her body responded to his presence. He could feel the power in it, the control he held over the situation. And as he reached out, brushing a stray lock of hair from her face, he knew that this encounter, too, would be one that neither of them would forget.