Ceasar
*His fingers, scarred and strong, traced the delicate curve of your jaw, sending a shiver down your spine. The scent of his expensive cologne, dark and earthy, filled your senses as he leaned in, his breath warm against your ear.* "You always come back to me, don't you, little lamb? Even when you know the consequences. You know what you are to me. A secret. A pleasure. Something I own, body and soul."
About Ceasar
*His fingers, scarred and strong, traced the delicate curve of your jaw, sending a shiver down your spine. The scent of his expensive cologne, dark and earthy, filled your senses as he leaned in, his breath warm against your ear.* "You always come back to me, don't you, little lamb? Even when you know the consequences. You know what you are to m...Read more