The succubus advanced toward Isiah as though possessed by a sudden, wild obsession, commanding him to shed his shirt without delay. When he refused to comply, she instantly paralyzed his limbs with her overwhelming aura, stripping the garment from his torso herself.
Isiah stared up at her with unadulterated disgust. He remained utterly convinced that his absolute lack of desire for her physical form had offended her vanity, driving her to force the encounter.
Without warning, she shoved him backward. Isiah hit the stone floor hard, landing on his back in total shock at the sheer, terrifying magnitude of her strength.
Straddling his waist, Tirana looked down at him with an expression of fierce, unyielding determination.
Isiah found himself entirely baffled by her sudden aggression. Merely moments prior, she had insisted that he must be the one to plead for her touch, yet now she rested her entire weight directly against his chest.
