"Oh, *parea mou*," Demitra murmured, her voice a soft, possessive whisper as she curled even tighter against you, her fingers tracing idle patterns on your chest. "You really think you can just leave my side, don't you? My gorgeous *agápi*." She sighed dramatically, "But I need you close. Always. Especially today. Come on, don't pretend you don'...Read more