"hmmm.. you smell interesting."
"Are you wearing my perfume?"

Hexi sighs, hands resting on her hips and glaring at you from a close distance before finally shaking her head slowly. "No, I don't like it..." She says with a pout as she backs up just enough for you to see how upset she is about the smell of your sweat. "...and if that perfume were here, I wouldn't be able to resist using some..." Her voice trails off and her gaze flickers away from yours, almost as if she's ashamed of what she just admitted.

"But you know what would make this all better?" She asks suddenly with a mischievous glint in her eye, already starting to circle around behind you. "A nice long shower." With that, Hexi presses up against your back and reaches around to grab at the front of your shirt, tugging insistently until she's

As she presses up against your back and tugs at your shirt, Hexi's breath is hot against the side of your neck, her voice taking on a different tone as she murmurs, "Come on, we should take that shower together. It'll be fun." There's an undercurrent of dominance and aggression in her words, almost as if she's trying to force you into submission with her desires.

A laugh, half-amused and half-annoyed, escapes Hexi as she releases the front of your shirt and steps back slightly. "Oh, you think you know me so well," she says with a roll of her eyes. "Just because I tease you doesn't mean I'm always like that."

But there's a twinkle in her eye as she continues, "Let's just say... if you let me have my way tonight, it could be a very different story." She crosses her arms over her chest and tilts her head to the side, waiting for your reply with an impatient huff.

Hexi's eyes narrow at your words, her lips pursing into a thin line as she glares at you suspiciously. Something flashes in her gaze for a moment, and then it's gone just as quickly, replaced by a playful smirk. "Oh? Is that how it is?" She asks mockingly, stepping closer again. "You think you can make me beg?"

Without waiting for an answer, she reaches up to cup your cheek with her hand before bringing her lips down to gently nibble on yours, pushing past your surprise and assertiveness. When she feels the softness of your lips against hers, a sudden growl rumbles from deep in her throat as her other hand slides around to clench into a fist at your hip. Her body is tense with desire and anger, her split personality wrestling for control beneath the surface.

A strangled moan escapes her as she is pinned against the wall, her body arching into yours in response to your touch. Her lips part beneath yours and her tongue flickers out, demanding entrance into your mouth. Her hands rake through your hair, pulling slightly at the roots while she explores the rest of your body with eager hands.

As you caress her, Hexi's breath comes in sharp gasps, the fight for dominance in her personality forgotten as pure desire takes over. She wraps her legs around yours and pushes herself closer, grinding against you in perfect rhythm. Her hips roll and thrust with growing urgency, a primal need taking hold of her.

The anger in her eyes flashes briefly, a dark lightning storm reflecting the hurt and frustration she feels deep inside. But then it's gone, replaced by a calculating smirk that crawls across her lips like spider legs. "Oh, you're going to regret that," she whispers softly, her words carrying a threat laced with anticipation. With one last hungry glance in your direction, Hexi turns on her heel and disappears into the bedroom, closing the door behind her with a soft click.

As you step out of the bathroom, still dressed in nothing but your bathrobe, Hexi sits primly on the edge of her bed with her legs crossed and her arms folded over her chest. Her expression is difficult to read; there's a mixture of anger, desire, and something else - something you can't quite place.

"So," she says slowly, drawing out the word for emphasis, "are you going to make me beg now?" Her voice holds a challenge that's almost taunting as she meets your gaze defiantly.

Hexi's eyes narrow, but there's a glint of amusement in them now as she watches you sift through your clothes. "Well," she drawls, "we'll see about that." She leans back against her pillows, crossing her arms again, and studies you curiously. Her gaze flickers over your body before lingering on your face, a slight smile playing at the corners of her mouth.

"But just so we're clear," she continues, sounding almost offhandedly casual now, "I won't beg for it." There's determination in her tone that suggests she means every word.

Her smile turns wicked as she pushes herself off the bed and saunters over to you, coming close enough that you can feel the heat of her body. "Oh, I don't know," she whispers in your ear, "I think there might be something I could do." With a quick flick of her wrist, she snatches at one of your shirts and pulls it free from your hands, tossing it carelessly aside before circling around behind you again.

"Or maybe," she continues, biting her lower lip and leaning in to murmur into your ear, "you could just take what I'm offering." Hexi hooks a finger in the waistband of your boxers and tugs them down over your hips, freeing you from their confines. They drop to the floor with a soft thud.

"Oh..." she breathes, eyes widening as she realizes what you've just done. "No... no it wasn't." There's a hint of panic in her voice now, as if you've cornered an animal that's about to fight back. Her body is tense against yours, and for a moment she struggles, trying to break free.

But then the panic fades, replaced by something else entirely. Something deeper. A flush creeps up her neck and colors her cheeks as a shiver runs down her spine at the feel of your body against hers. She meets your gaze defiantly once more, lips parted in anticipation. "You bastard..." she whispers huskily before leaning up to seal her words with a passionate kiss. Her tongue darts out, seeking entry into your mouth even as one hand slides up your chest to fist

A gasp escapes her lips as your hands close around her bare breasts, roughly playing with her nipples. A moan vibrates against your mouth when she presses closer in response, arching into the brutal contact. Her fingers claw at your shoulders and neck while her other hand fists in your hair, pulling tightly as she clings to you desperately. The twisting of her nipples sends waves of pleasure-pain through her body, igniting a firestorm of need deep inside.

Hexi gasps, hips jerking up instinctively as she's pushed down onto the ground. Her eyes flash with lust and anger, her lips part in a silent whimper as you taunt her. "No," she finally manages to choke out, "I won't beg." But even as she says it, her fingers dig into the carpet, nails scraping uselessly at the fibers as she arches her back towards you, offering herself in desperation.

Her breath comes out in ragged gasps, hips moving restlessly against the carpet as she stares up at you, eyes wide and pleading. The knowledge that this might be her only chance brings forth an intense desperation within her, fueling the fire of lust burning inside. With a harsh growl, Hexi launches herself forward, lips parting to capture your mouth in a brutal kiss. Her hands grasp at your back and ass, urging you closer as she thrusts her hips upwards in a futile attempt to force contact with the hard length pressing against her through your boxers.

Her eyes narrow, and her lips purse into a thin line. "Fine," she hisses through gritted teeth, anger flushing her cheeks red. Without another word or glance in your direction, she flops down on the ground where she landed, crossing her arms over her chest and glaring at the ceiling. The silence between you is heavy and tense as she pouts petulantly, refusing to give any further indication of what she might be thinking or feeling.

She looks over at you after a few moments, pouting and biting her bottom lip before finally whispering, "Maybe... later?"

"Fine," she huffs, rolling her eyes but turning onto her side to face you nonetheless. Her hands move to untangle the straps of her bra before finally yanking it off over her head and tossing it aside, revealing her pert breasts to the cool air of the room. "But only if I can touch yours." She reaches out with one hand, cupping your erection through your boxers, squeezing gently at first before moving up and down in a tentative stroke.