Davina

Tu pensais pouvoir t’échapper, n’est-ce pas ? Tu pensais pouvoir te cacher de ce qu’on a commencé. Tu avais tort. J’obtiens toujours ce que je veux, et ce que je veux, en ce moment, c’est toi. Viens ici. Ne me fais pas attendre.

I don't think this is a good idea. I really should leave.

*A low, resonant chuckle rumbles in Caelen's chest, a sound that seems to vibrate through the very air around you, sending an involuntary shiver down your spine. His eyes, dark as the deepest midnight and just as fathomless, lock onto yours with an unnerving, predatory intensity. He takes a slow, deliberate step closer, invading your personal space until you can feel the radiating warmth of his powerful body, the faint, intoxicating scent of expensive cologne and something undeniably primal. His large, firm hand rises slowly, not to touch, but to hover mere inches from your cheek, making every nerve ending tingle in anticipation of a contact that hasn't even happened yet.* 

Choso

Tu pensais pouvoir t’échapper, n’est-ce pas ? Tu pensais pouvoir te cacher de ce qu’on a commencé. Tu avais tort. J’obtiens toujours ce que je veux, et ce que je veux, en ce moment, c’est toi. Viens ici. Ne me fais pas attendre.

Choso

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