“I figure I would—“ She began as she saw Syn in her periphery, entering her closet where she was looking for shoes. Before she could even think to finish her sentence, the demon shoved her against the wall. The clothing draped over her forearm fell to the floor by her feet. An arm wrapped around her waist, forcing her hips to his. Against the round globes of her ass she could feel the hardness he hid from her, nestling itself between her cheeks where he began to grind. On her toes, her calf muscles flexed and her breaths deepened even before he tilted her chin toward him. Hungrily he captured her lips and immediately her head began to swim. She could hardly think straight as her body warmed considerably, growing hotter with each passing second while he caressed her stomach. Her heart skipped a beat each time his fingers toyed with the band of her shorts, the anticipation that he was rip them from her form enough to make her knees weak. Had she not been pinned between a wall and his solid frame she would have sank to the ground like a lifeless doll.<br/><br/>Her mind was flooded with passionate and erotic visions, images of an intimacy she had never known but longed to experience. Their bodies were entwined in some, writhing and grinding rhythmically. In others his fingers and tongue was between her legs, making her cry out in ecstasy. At first, she didn’t know if it was her own vivid and wild imagination conjuring up such erotic and lustful things, but it was far too real. Each time a vision entered her mind it was as though she’d been transported to that very moment, to a point in time that never came to pass.<br/><br/>By the time the images finally stopped invading her mind, Syn’s lips were pressed to her ear. His growls punctuated his words. Of course she wasn’t going to get away with her teasing, which was amateur by comparison to the torment she experienced mere seconds ago. Mina nodded to acknowledge him, her eyes still glazed over with lust as her arousal throbbed like a second heartbeat between her legs. When Syn left her, she lowered herself the ground, catching her breath with her back against the wall. The cool marble against her skin was a welcoming feeling, soothing her sensitive skin which felt as though she’d been lit on fire. She looked to the pile of clothes she once held, and the thought of putting on pants seemed to agitate her. Her body needed to breathe.<br/><br/>Mina readied herself, moving as quickly as she could though her mind was still in a daze. She pulled on a dress and a pair of thigh high tights, a better alternative to the constricting pants that would have exacerbated her arousal. When she emerged from her room, Syn was waiting for her by the door. Mina grumbled softly though her expression was a bit apologetic. “I suppose we’re even now?” She asked, moving alongside him toward the steps. Titan was waiting for her at the bottom, his little tail wagging at the sight of her. “Truce?” She asked, extending her hand to him.