His loins itch with a burning sensation to release into the depths of a woman. His penis throbs and pulses in his groin as his desire and lust consume his mind. Muscle spasms in his hands thirst to caress the silky, smooth and warm skin of a woman's curves as she folds herself onto him. He craves for the taste of her skin dancing on his tongue as their lips mold against each other. The fire that will burn a flame and unlock the beast within him.
She can see his need and want yet she taunts him with simple kisses on the neck and caress his chiseled chest and toned muscles. To the touch the flinching of muscles tells her, he has missed the touch and warmth of a woman against his heated body and ragged breath. His dilated pupils speak about his ache to plunge himself into a hot, wet, sleek and tight cave where he can find the passion and thrill of life once again. The twitching continues as he slowly loses his sanity to the she devil known as a succubus. She will win a battle that will end in an intense and powerful orgasm.
He grasps her waist and pulls her up a wall. Her breathing rushes as she thrives in the domination he possess and gives in him as a slave. For she knows, that he will take care of her; feed the needs that she has been hiding behind a masquerade mask of control and power. His black eyes and clear smirk of dominant say it all. His voice is huskier, thick and laced with life and desire. He wastes no time to get rid of any article of cloth on her body and his as well. His hands are ice cold and his eyes are reflection of death. He is the very definition of a sex god for his hard pulsing veined penis made her want to turn back time. Its very length and thickness made her insides convulse and her throat run dry. He is a monster and his eyes tell a story, "He will rip her in half with each thrust."