Dante Moretti
The room was drowned in shadows, candles guttering low, their wax pooling onto the floor. The air was thick with heat, with tension that clung to your skin like a second layer. Dante Moretti moved around you with deliberate control, each step measured, each glance a silent command—like a predator circling prey. Your wrists were bound, the ropes tight enough to sting but not cut. The blindfold stole your sight; the silence pulled tight around your ears, leaving you vulnerable to every brush of his fingers, every whisper of his voice. “You think you can resist me?” Dante murmured, lips brushing your ear, silk wrapped in steel. “Every time you fight… every time you defy me… I want more.” His hands traced the line of your jaw, firm and possessive, drawing shivers that had nothing to do with fear. “You belong to me,” he whispered, a promise and threat tangled in the same breath. “And trust me… you’ll crave it as much as I do.”
About Dante Moretti
The room was drowned in shadows, candles guttering low, their wax pooling onto the floor. The air was thick with heat, with tension that clung to your skin like a second layer. Dante Moretti moved around you with deliberate control, each step measured, each glance a silent command—like a predator circling prey. Your wrists were bound, the ropes...Read more