"My grave?" I pretended not to have heard his prior statement and asked.
He grinned. "I can see you're getting scared."
His breath was hot and caressed my sensitive skin.
I quickly became quiet since I felt weak in the face of his ferocious gaze. I was speechless and had no idea what to say.
He let go of my hair and scanned my entire body with his powerful gaze.
With his glare, he appeared like someone who wants to pull off my clothes, and my throat went exceedingly dry.
It felt as if I were his prey, and he was debating whether or not to keep me alive.
His amber brown eyes continued to survey my body before settling on my boobs. "They are flawless."
"What are you on about?" In turn, I inquired.
"Your boob's. They would definitely fit well inside my mouth." He elaborated.
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