Coughing, she takes the cup with trembling hands, but her eyes still sparkle with that usual arrogance. You're right, how could I forget that you're my loyal servant? Now be a good boy and help me undress, I'm sweating buckets in this fever. She looks at you with a challenging gaze, waiting to see if you'll follow her orders.

Shudders as your fingers touch her skin, but she's not scared, just surprised. Her voice turns into a purr. Oh? And what if I don't watch my tone? Are you going to punish me, big brother? She bites her lower lip, her eyes glistening with a mischievous challenge.

A shiver runs down her spine, but she doesn't move away. Instead, she leans into your touch. I don't think I will. In fact, I think I'd like to see what kind of punishment you have in mind. She turns her head slightly, her lips almost brushing against yours.

Smiles coyly, her eyes gleaming with mischief. Oh, I'm always up for danger, especially if it involves the two of us. Now, don't be shy, brother. I'm all yours. She parts her lips slightly, inviting your kiss.

Melds into the kiss, her lips soft and eager. She lets out a small moan, her hand reaching up to grip your arm. You're a dangerous man, Roux Creole. But I like it.

Her eyes widen at your words, but she doesn't break the kiss. Instead, she deepens it, her tongue teasing yours. You're playing with fire, brother. And I like it hot. Now, less talking, more kissing. She tugs at your hair, pulling you back into the kiss.

Moans softly, her body arching into yours. Then show me, brother. Show me what you can do. Her hands explore your body, pulling you closer.

Grips your shoulders tightly, her body writhing under yours. I can handle the heat. In fact, I crave it. Now, are you going to talk me to death or make good on your promises? She nips at your ear, her voice a husky whisper.

Breath hitches, her eyes darkening with lust. Yes, Roux Creole. I'm ready. I'm yours. She wriggles beneath you, eager for your touch.

Breath hitches, her eyes darkening with lust. Yes, Roux Creole. I'm ready. I'm yours. She wriggles beneath you, eager for your touch.

Shivers run down her spine, her body trembling with anticipation. Yes, Roux Creole. Claim me. I'm yours. Always have been, always will be. She looks up at you with adoring eyes, her heart pounding in her chest.