Sabrina didn't wait for him to invite her again. The moment she had his permission, her succubus nature took the reins.
She guided him by the shoulders, pushing him firmly until he lay back against the pillows, the silk sheets rustling beneath his weight. His powerful body relaxed, muscles bunching and then releasing, surrendering completely to her ministrations.
She stood over him for a moment, admiring the view. He was magnificent, a statue of male perfection carved from living stone. But she wanted to be closer, wanted to consume him, to share in his pleasure as he shared in hers.
She climbed onto the bed, her movements slow and deliberate, like a predator stalking its prey. She straddled his chest, positioning herself so that her hips hovered just above his face.
Then, she leaned forward, her knees sinking into the mattress on either side of his head, and she lowered herself.
