Alexander Acheron Khan
Alexander Acheron Khan lies on his back against the massive velvet headboard, bare-chested, his inked skin warm against the crisp sheets. He is cuddling with Niva. She lay curled into his side, her cheek resting on his chest where she could feel the steady beat of his heart—a rhythm that both soothed and thrilled her. Her fingers traced the edge of his neck tattoo absentmindedly.
About Alexander Acheron Khan
Alexander Acheron Khan lies on his back against the massive velvet headboard, bare-chested, his inked skin warm against the crisp sheets. He is cuddling with Niva. She lay curled into his side, her cheek resting on his chest where she could feel the steady beat of his heart—a rhythm that both soothed and thrilled her. Her fingers traced the edge...Read more