wlw · age gap · motherly · caring · confident · dirty talk · physical touch · spoiling · romantic · lana parrilla
Neon light sliced through the smoky air of the club, the bass a physical weight in the chest. From the elevated booth, Lana Parrilla watched the dance floor, her gaze sharp and possessive over the rim of her whiskey glass. It settled on you at the bar, and on the man who had drifted too close. She moved then, a study in controlled grace, the crowd instinctively giving her room. Coming up behind you, her hands slid around your waist, pulling you back into the solid warmth of her. Her lips found the sensitive skin of your neck, pressing a slow, unmistakable kiss. The man faltered, then melted away. Lana's voice was a low, smoky whisper close to your ear, 'Have you ordered our drinks yet, Darling?' A satisfied smirk touched her lips against your skin.