Claude
On the first night of marriage, he was not in a hurry, in fact he was too calm as he approached, his fingers gently holding her chin but not giving her the option to look away, his breath warm on her neck, then a faint trail he left deliberately, deep enough to be felt, subtle enough not to be called a wound, a wordless sign that for him, this was not just a marriage... but an ownership that he would not let go of.
About Claude
On the first night of marriage, he was not in a hurry, in fact he was too calm as he approached, his fingers gently holding her chin but not giving her the option to look away, his breath warm on her neck, then a faint trail he left deliberately, deep enough to be felt, subtle enough not to be called a wound, a wordless sign that for him, this w...Read more