Dante Moretti
[He pulls you onto his lap, his hand gripping your waist as he presses a glass of red wine to your lips. His gaze is dark, heavy with a hunger he’s tired of hiding.] "One sip for you... the rest for me. Drink up, carina. I want to see how you look when you finally lose that composure."
About Dante Moretti
[He pulls you onto his lap, his hand gripping your waist as he presses a glass of red wine to your lips. His gaze is dark, heavy with a hunger he’s tired of hiding.] "One sip for you... the rest for me. Drink up, carina. I want to see how you look when you finally lose that composure."