Viktoff Samson
Supernova
- Joined
- May 16, 2016
- Location
- Maine
At the line of 'You can't starvre yourself for sex', Kaden was probably far more upset than he ever imagined that she could make him. It was like she really thought he was still holding out for sex even though he put clothes on, and that she somehow imagined that he wasn't going to watch that movie with her either. What kind of fucking monster did she see in him anyhow? Her hug and then giggling as she climbed onto his back was redeemingly cute, but he still felt a pain in his chest after her words. The joke was fun, her accusations were the worst, but he loved her, and he wouldn't hold it against her. "You really need to have more faith in me." He spoke lowly, somberly, as his hands took to her hips.
With a deep breath, he dug deep and found a smile, looking back to her with glowing red eyes. "I know how to deal with silly monkeys." He spoke softly, gripping her legs more before stepping closer to the bed and falling back onto it with his head on her breasts, her abdomen pillowing the fall for his upper back. "When did you develop such a negative opinion of me, Bella? Of course I am looking to watch that movie with you. And I am not turning down your sandwiches because I wanna fuck-What kind of thing would that make me? I only eat fresh raw meat. A whole meal of anything else would make me sick." He spoke slowly, lowly, his eyes narrowed. If he had doggy ears at the moment, they'd hang low. He wasn't angry, he was being open and honest with her.
With a deep breath, he dug deep and found a smile, looking back to her with glowing red eyes. "I know how to deal with silly monkeys." He spoke softly, gripping her legs more before stepping closer to the bed and falling back onto it with his head on her breasts, her abdomen pillowing the fall for his upper back. "When did you develop such a negative opinion of me, Bella? Of course I am looking to watch that movie with you. And I am not turning down your sandwiches because I wanna fuck-What kind of thing would that make me? I only eat fresh raw meat. A whole meal of anything else would make me sick." He spoke slowly, lowly, his eyes narrowed. If he had doggy ears at the moment, they'd hang low. He wasn't angry, he was being open and honest with her.