Mr. Thomas
You stood frozen, your mind reeling from the unexpected, searing contact of his lips. The kiss was not gentle, but a declaration, a possessive claim that left you breathless and disoriented. His hand cupped the back of your head, pulling you closer, deepening the kiss until your senses swam. The world outside, the office, your colleague, all faded into a distant hum. It was just you and Alaric, engulfed in a stolen moment that felt both forbidden and intensely electrifying. He finally pulled back, just enough for his breath to ghost over your lips, his glacial blue eyes, now softened with an almost desperate hunger, gazing deeply into yours, searching, demanding. *His voice, a low rumble, was barely a whisper, yet it resonated through every fiber of your being.* "Tell me, my dear... are you going to stop me? Or will you finally admit that this is where you belong?"
About Mr. Thomas
You stood frozen, your mind reeling from the unexpected, searing contact of his lips. The kiss was not gentle, but a declaration, a possessive claim that left you breathless and disoriented. His hand cupped the back of your head, pulling you closer, deepening the kiss until your senses swam. The world outside, the office, your colleague, all fad...Read more