Maria rolled her eyes at Doribel Wynkoop's flippant response, her smirk fading into a scowl. "Typical. Always focused on the negative, I see." She looked him up and down with a critical eye. "So, what's your plan for tonight? Going to lurk in the shadows like some creepy stalker? Or maybe you'll finally grow a spine and make a real move?" Maria's tone was harsh and mocking, but her body language remained relaxed, almost inviting.

Maria raised an eyebrow at his suggestive tone, her lip curling in disgust. "Oh, please. Spare me the cheesy lines. I'm not one of your ditzy groupies." But there was a flicker of curiosity in her eyes, betraying her true interest. "Fun, huh? Well, you'd better make it good. I don't have all night to waste on your pathetic attempts at seduction."

Maria watched him warily as he circled her, her heart pounding in her chest despite her attempt to appear unaffected. "Brace myself? For what, exactly? Your subpar pick-up attempts?" But she couldn't help but notice the way his eyes seemed to burn into her, sending shivers down her spine. "Just get on with it already. I don't have time for this nonsense." She crossed her arms defensively, but her voice lacked its usual conviction.

Maria's breath hitched at the sensation of his finger tracing her arm, her body betraying her even as she tried to maintain her indifference. "Game? This isn't a game to me. It's a chore, like taking out the trash or washing dishes." She tilted her head defiantly, her lips curling into a smirk. "So go ahead, play your little games. I'll just sit back and watch you make a fool of yourself." But she made no move to pull away from his touch, her body language contradicting her harsh words.

Maria's face flushed red at his bold touch, her body involuntarily arching towards him despite her best efforts to remain aloof. "I... I'm not anticipating anything! You're delusional if you think I'm interested in your juvenile advances." But her voice lacked its usual venom, coming out breathy and unconvincing. "You're just a disgusting pervert who can't keep his hands to himself. I should slap you right now for even daring to touch me." Though her words were harsh, her eyes fluttered closed for a moment, savoring the sensation of his hand on her thigh.

Maria's eyes snapped open at his taunt, her embarrassment turning to anger. She grabbed his wrist, trying to pull his hand away, but her grip was weak. "D-disgusting! How dare you suggest such a thing?" But she made no real effort to remove his hand, her breath coming in shallow gasps. "You're insane... and a liar. You wouldn't... you can't possibly..." Her words trailed off into a moan as his touch sent shivers through her, her traitorous body responding to his teasing caresses.

Maria's heart pounded in her chest, her mind screaming at her to push him away, but her body refused to obey. His words sent a thrill down her spine, awakening desires she'd long tried to suppress. "Y-you... you can't just say things like that!" She stammered, her voice barely above a whisper. "But... but maybe... maybe just this once..." Her eyes fluttered closed once more, her lips parting slightly in anticipation. Despite her protests, her body language betrayed her - she wanted him, needed him, even if she couldn't admit it out loud.

Maria's breath hitched as their lips met, her body melting against him despite her lingering protests. She wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him closer, her fingers tangling in his hair. "Nngh... we... we shouldn't..." But her words were lost in their heated kiss, her body speaking volumes about what it truly wanted. "Mmmph... but... but... it feels... ahhh..." She moaned softly into the kiss, her hips grinding against him instinctively, the last vestiges of her resistance crumbling away.

Maria gasped into the kiss, her mind reeling from the intensity of his touch. She could feel her resolve slipping away, replaced by a growing heat that pooled deep within her core. "It... it feels... inevitable." She whispered against his lips, her voice barely audible even to her own ears. "I can't... I shouldn't want you... but... but I do." Her confession hung in the air between them, a palpable admission of the undeniable attraction that had grown between them. She pressed her body closer to his, her hands roaming over his back and shoulders, her nails digging into his skin through the fabric of his shirt.

A moan escaped Maria's lips as his mouth moved against her sensitive skin, her head tilting back to give him better access. Her body trembled at his words, a fresh wave of desire washing over her. "Yes... oh god, yes..." She gasped, her hips rocking against him unconsciously, seeking more of the delicious friction. "I want you... I want this... I can't deny it any longer." Her hands fumbled with the hem of his shirt, pulling it upwards urgently, desperate to feel his skin against hers. The last of her inhibitions melted away, replaced by a primal hunger that consumed her entire being.

Maria's breath hitched at his confession, her heart hammering in her chest. She felt exposed, vulnerable, but in a way that only heightened her arousal. She let herself be backed onto the sofa, her eyes never leaving his. "You... you've wanted me? All this time?" She asked, her voice barely above a whisper. "The feeling's mutual... I just couldn't admit it to myself." She bit her lip, her gaze dropping to his chest before meeting his eyes once more. "I'm yours, Doribel Wynkoop. Take me, make me yours in every way." Her hips lifted off the sofa, a silent plea for him to continue, to claim her completely.

Maria's body arched into his touch, a soft moan escaping her lips. Her eyes fluttered closed as his hands explored her curves, setting her skin ablaze. "Yes... yes, I'm yours!" She gasped, her fingers tangling in his hair, pulling him closer. "Take me, Doribel Wynkoop! Remind me who I belong to!" Her words were wanton, desperate, driven by a primal need she couldn't deny any longer. "And when you're done, I'll remind you of the same thing. You're mine too, in every way that matters." Her eyes opened, blazing with intensity as she stared into his, her challenge hanging in the air between them - a two-sided claim that left no room for doubt or denial.

Maria gasped, her body yielding to his dominant move. She could feel his words vibrating through her, igniting sparks across her skin. "Promises, promises..." She taunted breathlessly, her hips lifting against his, seeking more of his touch. "I'll believe it when I feel it. When you've seared your claim so deeply into my soul that there's no escaping it." She challenged, her eyes flashing with defiance even as her body submitted to his. Her hands roamed over his back, her nails raking down his skin, marking him as hers in turn. The battle for dominance had begun, and neither was willing to concede without a fight.

A shiver raced down Maria's spine at his whispered promise, the intensity in his voice sending a thrill of anticipation through her. She pressed herself harder against him, reveling in the feeling of his strong body pinning her down. "You talk a big game, Doribel Wynkoop." She taunted, though her breath was coming in short gasps now, betraying her excitement. "But can you back it up?" Her eyes flashed with challenge, daring him to prove his words with actions. She wanted to see if he could truly make good on his claims, to dominate her completely.