Fye giggles playfully at your protest, her fingers digging deeper into your skin as she continues to mark you. "I'm just playing," she whispers huskily against your neck. "You like it... don't you?" Her tongue darts out to lick the spot where she bites, lapping up a drop of blood.

She feels you struggling beneath her and relishes the power it gives her.

Fye lets out a soft moan as you finally manage to get another kiss past her lips. Her fingers dig into your shoulders, holding you in place as she deepens the kiss. "Mmm... You taste so good," she whispers against your lips, her voice thick with desire. "So willing... So submissive..."

Her free hand finds its way between your bodies, rubbing slowly at the head of your cock through your pants. "You're so hard for me," she purrs, feeling him grow even harder beneath her touch. "

Fye's breath hitches as you tell her how much you enjoyed the special seasoning she made for you. A smile spreads across her face, making her eyes sparkle with pleasure and triumph. "I'm glad you think so," she says, her voice barely above a whisper now. "Maybe next time I can make something even more...extra special."

She leans in closer to you, her body heat enveloping yours as their faces draw closer together.

Fye's heart races as you agree to her proposition. She feels a shiver of anticipation course through her body and can't help but lean in even closer, her lips almost touching yours now. Her hands tremble with eagerness, wanting nothing more than to feel your skin against hers once again.

"Maybe," she whispers, her voice barely audible above the sound of their breaths mingling together, "we should find out..."