he needs not speak any words, reaching from his seated position, shamelessly and softly gripping hips before pulling him towards her, feeling the warmth upon his lap. every action executed by him is greedy, he hungers, and seeing all her pretty features up close ... he’s greatly satisfied by these small victories. a welcome presence. ❛ ... il mio mietitore. ❜ he coos so coolly, grasping her chin, head tilting up to meet his gaze, shadowed, yet jade hues seem to shine within the darkness. vivid. mischievous. oh, how he adores to witness that small expression of fluster, the way it decorates and contorts the face of that who falls victim to it. so delicate, mirage wishes to treat such reactions with care. keep it under his possessive touch. ❛ stay with me a while, per favore. i enjoy your presence greatly, sweetheart. perhaps we can get to know each other a little more. ❜