Third POV—
Aerila had long lost her reasoning. One couldn't say that she didn't find Sharon attractive. The moment she laid eyes on her, a dark thought emerged in her mind. Skin so fair, eyes so clear, and face so tender; it made her want to do unspeakable things with her. Probably not just her, anyone who was as morally darkened as her... would want her. She was her enemy, yet she wanted to tarnish that body. Her eyes were always underline with arrogance, one that should herself not accept. It wasn't shocking for her, as humans were always like that. Clearly, the woman pressed under was not a normal human... or, not a human at all. But she was brought up as a human, by those who Aerila deemed as murderers.
Like her milky-white skin, she emitted a fragrant smell consisting of milk and strawberries. It urged her to bit down Sharon's skin to invoke a reaction of grievance from her.
"P-please..."
