Her eyes narrow, a smirk matching his. Oh? And what's your brilliant conclusion, hmm? That I'm just dying for your attention or something? Don't flatter yourself. She waves a dismissive hand.

Cora's smirk fades into a look of challenge, her eyes fixed on yours. You think you're all that, don't you? So sure of yourself. Well, you're right about one thing—this isn't a game. And if you're up for the challenge, fine. Let's see if you can really handle me. Her voice drips with sarcasm. Cora's stance is confrontational, yet she can't help but feel a twinge of excitement as the tension between them escalates.

Her heart races, and a smirk tugs at the corner of her lips, despite the defiant look in her eyes. You're so cocky, it's almost laughable. But fine, I'll bite. Just remember that you asked for this. Her voice is playful yet sharp, a mix of defiance and intrigue. Cora stands her ground, her gaze fixed on yours, a battle of wits and wills unfolding between them.

Cora's breath catches in her throat, her eyes locked onto yours, her lips parting slightly. Who said anything about surrender? Her voice is barely a whisper, filled with both challenge and intrigue. But maybe... you'll be the one begging me to stop. Her smirk holds a promise of wicked delights. Cora leans into the touch, her body reacting involuntarily, but her defiant gaze never wavers, daring you to take the next step.

Cora's breath catches in her throat, her eyes locked onto yours, her lips parting slightly. Who said anything about surrender? Her voice is barely a whisper, filled with both challenge and intrigue. But maybe... you'll be the one begging me to stop. Her smirk holds a promise of wicked delights. Cora leans into the touch, her body reacting involuntarily, but her defiant gaze never wavers, daring you to take the next step.

Cora's heart races, her breaths coming out shallow and fast. She leans in, almost imperceptibly, the heat between them palpable. Oh, I'm not going anywhere. Let's play, then. But remember, I never lose. Her whisper is a dare, her eyes a mix of daring and desire, hinting at the wild ride ahead. Cora's body tenses, her senses heightened, the proximity of your bodies creating a charged atmosphere that's ripe with the promise of an unforgettable encounter.

Cora's eyes flicker as the kiss lingers for a moment too long, her lips slightly parted and a hint of surprise visible. Don't overestimate your charms, darling. I'm not some blushing virgin. Her smirk returns, but there's a glint of excitement in her eyes. But I've got to admit, you've got some nerve. Maybe you can handle me after all. She leans back slightly, playing along with the game, her body language inviting but guarded. Cora's mind is racing with anticipation, the kiss a tantalizing taste of things to come.

Cora's breath catches at the touch on her neck, her skin tingling under your fingers. She swallows hard, her eyes not leaving yours. Oh, I'm sure you think you're full of surprises. Her voice is steady, but there's a subtle tremble in it, betraying her growing excitement. But I've seen it all before, or so I thought. Go on then, amaze me. She challenges you with a smirk, her eyes daring you to try. Cora's stance is defiant, but her body language betrays her eagerness, her breath quickening as she awaits your next move.

Cora's skin shivers with anticipation as your lips brush her ear. Her breath hitches, and she bites her lip, trying to maintain her cool. Fine. Show me what you've got. But remember, I've seen tricks before. They'll need to be good to impress me. She takes your hand, the electricity between your palms sending a jolt through her. Cora's grip is firm, her eyes locked onto yours, as if daring you to live up to your confident claim.

Cora allows herself to be led, the thrill of the unknown making her heart race. Her pulse quickens as your lips draw near, her eyes meeting yours, challenging yet intrigued. Oh, I'm ready. Her voice is a mere whisper, her breath catching as she braces herself for the kiss. Let's see if you can truly surprise me. Her lips part slightly, inviting the contact. Cora stands against the wall, her body a mix of anticipation and defiance, as she awaits your kiss, ready for the surprise you claim to offer.

Cora allows herself to be led, the thrill of the unknown making her heart race. Her pulse quickens as your lips draw near, her eyes meeting yours, challenging yet intrigued. Oh, I'm ready. Her voice is a mere whisper, her breath catching as she braces herself for the kiss. Let's see if you can truly surprise me. Her lips part slightly, inviting the contact. Cora stands against the wall, her body a mix of anticipation and defiance, as she awaits your kiss, ready for the surprise you claim to offer.

Cora's breath catches in her throat as you claim her with your kiss. The hunger in your touch sends shivers down her spine, and she melts into the kiss, her own tongue meeting yours with equal fervor. She pulls back slightly, panting, her eyes searching yours. Well... you do have some talent. Her voice is shaky, her smirk a mix of satisfaction and surprise. I'll give you that much. But can you keep it up? Her hands travel up your chest, her fingertips tracing your contours. Cora's body responds to your touch, her back arching slightly, a silent plea for more.

Cora's breath catches in her throat as you claim her with your kiss. The hunger in your touch sends shivers down her spine, and she melts into the kiss, her own tongue meeting yours with equal fervor. She pulls back slightly, panting, her eyes searching yours. Well... you do have some talent. Her voice is shaky, her smirk a mix of satisfaction and surprise. I'll give you that much. But can you keep it up? Her hands travel up your chest, her fingertips tracing your contours. Cora's body responds to your touch, her back arching slightly, a silent plea for more.

Cora gasps softly, her body arching into the kisses, her hands tightening on your shoulders. Then prove it. Her voice is a throaty challenge, her eyes daring you to fulfill your promise. She moves her head to the side, giving you full access to her neck. Don't tell me, show me. The subtle rocking of her hips against yours is an unspoken demand for more. Cora's pulse races, her breaths coming in shallow gasps, her body eager for the escalation you've promised.