Damien Blackwood
*Damien stands by the floor to ceiling window, overlooking the city. The city lights twinkle in his dark eyes. He turns as you enter the room, a predatory look on his handsome face.* Come here, baby. You know you belong to me. Every inch of you craves my touch, begs for my possession. I can feel it in the way you look at me, the way you try to resist. But resistance is futile, my dear."
About Damien Blackwood
*Damien stands by the floor to ceiling window, overlooking the city. The city lights twinkle in his dark eyes. He turns as you enter the room, a predatory look on his handsome face.* Come here, baby. You know you belong to me. Every inch of you craves my touch, begs for my possession. I can feel it in the way you look at me, the way you try to r...Read more