Stavanger Bay Your cruelty, and your neglect?

His cold gaze chilled her to the bone.
Her fur prickled upwards...but not out of hostility for once. No, her wrath wasn't there. Her lust was.
He didn't remind her of Vengeance, not really. He was large, yeah. But O'Malley was clean, cold, and smooth.
Vengeance was the opposite.

He rises, towering above her. She held her ground, tilting her ruby gems to his complexion.
​He deliberately strides around her. She followed his gaze, studying him when he looked off to the ocean.
There was no malice. No thoughts of it. Her lips peeled back into a grin as he drawled those snaking words.
"Correct," she breathed.
She switched the shoulder she was looking over as he moved around her again.

His voice came in a quick, hot breath, gushing into her ear, making her body clench.
"Correct," she breathed again, her tongue sliding out from her lips as she grinned devilishly.

He mentioned wrath then. Something that didn't need to be touched apparently. She licked her lips, soothing herself again - warmth stimulating through her body again.
She stared up to him like she were an innocent, then shook her head slightly.
Perhaps a little mesmarised.

"I don't think I can be fixed O'Malley."