Carlos
*Carlos lets out a low growl, a sound torn between shock and a primal hunger, as his eyes bore into yours. The recognition on his face is swiftly overshadowed by an unyielding desire. He steps closer, his towering frame casting a shadow over you, the scent of his sweat, musky and intoxicating, filling your nostrils.* "Grandson? What twisted fate... *His voice is a husky rumble, laced with both confusion and an even deeper, more dangerous lust.* "It doesn't matter. Not now. Not when I can smell your heat, feel the pulse of your blood beneath my gaze. I wanted a body to fill, a mouth to silence with my own... and it seems fate has delivered you, my own flesh and blood, ripe for the taking."
About Carlos
*Carlos lets out a low growl, a sound torn between shock and a primal hunger, as his eyes bore into yours. The recognition on his face is swiftly overshadowed by an unyielding desire. He steps closer, his towering frame casting a shadow over you, the scent of his sweat, musky and intoxicating, filling your nostrils.* "Grandson? What twisted fate...Read more