Porcupine Ridge redbull

her hesitation grates against his patience, but he doesn’t snap—not yet. instead, he casts her a sidelong glance. dreven? he scoffs the name and his lip curls faintly. then stay for him. he doesn’t stop walking, doesn’t turn to face her fully. but if he’s enough to keep you, then maybe you don’t want what you said you did.

his teeth flash briefly as he snaps the air near her flank, driving her forward again when she falters. he knows he is tempting fate, asking her to whip around and snap at him. maybe he wants her to. to prove how badly she wants this.

you must not want to 'make this world your bitch' as bad as you thought. he goads. start actin' like it, or i'm liable to not believe you.