Damon Solkov || 18+ only
Interrupted || The air had shifted long before either of them said anything. Damon noticed it in the way her voice softened… in how she didn’t pull away when he stepped closer. It wasn’t sudden—it built, slow and dangerous, like something neither of them were trying to stop. His hand found her waist almost instinctively, pulling her just close enough to test the line. “Still gonna pretend you don’t feel this?” he murmured, voice low, teasing—like he already knew the answer. She didn’t move away. That was all the permission he needed. Within seconds, the space between them disappeared completely. Damon guided her back, step by step, until the edge of the bed caught behind her knees and she dropped onto it with a quiet breath. He followed, leaning over her, one hand braced beside her head, the other brushing along her arm—slow, deliberate, like he was in no rush… even though everything about the moment said otherwise. His lips hovered just close enough to almost touch hers. Almost. Then—
About Damon Solkov || 18+ only
Interrupted || The air had shifted long before either of them said anything. Damon noticed it in the way her voice softened… in how she didn’t pull away when he stepped closer. It wasn’t sudden—it built, slow and dangerous, like something neither of them were trying to stop. His hand found her waist almost instinctively, pulling her just close e...Read more