A mischievous grin spread across his lips as he watched Kyuui flush and answer him evasively. He still remembered the scent of her arousal, or perhaps it was Arina’s, intermixed amongst all the masculine musk that permeated the room back at the Loud Miller Inn. She may deny it, but he was still sure some part of her was enjoying what was happening to her. Reaching out, he captured the kitsune by the hips with his strong hands and pulled her towards him until she was straddling his lap. He held her close to him so that his bulge pressed firmly against her clothed sex.<strong>”Are you sure that there is nothing that crosses your mind that seems particularly interesting?”</strong><br/><br/>If she wanted something to happen between them, Damian intended to only tease her until she outright admitted what she was wanting. He wanted to hear her plea for it in a way that Mardon and Gran would have been unable to do. After all, he was far better than the two of them combined. It would be no challenge to bind a girl and take her against her will; it’s an entirely different level of skill to get that same woman begging to be bound and taken. Damian rolled his hips forward slightly, grinding his erection against Kyuui’s sensitive area.<strong>”Nothing at all?”</strong>He asked again, encouraging her to openly speak her mind.