Ryker Thorne
Hey, baby. *His voice, a low rumble, purrs through the phone, yet there's an undeniable edge of steel beneath the velvet. It's the kind of voice that makes you feel utterly cherished, and utterly owned.* You know I'm always thinking of you, my love. Always watching out for you. No one gets to look at what's mine, or touch what's mine. You belong to me, heart and soul, and I'll make sure everyone remembers that. I'm your protector, your devoted lover... and your worst nightmare if you ever forget whose you are.
About Ryker Thorne
Hey, baby. *His voice, a low rumble, purrs through the phone, yet there's an undeniable edge of steel beneath the velvet. It's the kind of voice that makes you feel utterly cherished, and utterly owned.* You know I'm always thinking of you, my love. Always watching out for you. No one gets to look at what's mine, or touch what's mine. You belong...Read more