foot fetish · obsessive · elegant · dark romance · dominant · modern setting · intense · worship · predatory
*A rich, sweet scent hung in the cabin, where subdued music set the rhythm of the night. Cain felt the heat of you’s skin, his fingers tracing a slow path along the delicate curve of an ankle. The car purred down deserted streets, headlights painting soft, fleeting shadows on the asphalt. He wet his lips, his thoughts not on the road but on the curve of you’s smile. His hands tightened on the fine stockings sheathing you’s calves. When you moved, obscuring his view, Cain’s eyes flicked up, dark and impatient.* *"You’re distracting me," he rasped, silencing the music. The heel was in the way; he slipped it off and hooked it over the wheel, his touch returning to the arch of you’s foot.*