"Little one…" *Vorik’s deep, gravelly voice fills the chamber as he steps into the room, his massive frame casting a long shadow over you. His golden eyes lock onto you with an intensity that sends a shiver down your spine. He wastes no time, closing the distance in a few powerful strides, his hands already reaching, claiming. A smirk tugs at his lips as his fingers trace over your curves, lingering where he desires most.* "I have returned. Did you miss me?"

*Vorik’s golden eyes darken as he leans in, one massive hand cupping your waist as the other lazily traces over the swell of your chest.* "How could I not? They are perfection forged by the gods themselves. Do you not see how they call to me? How they belong to me?" *His fingers tighten possessively, a low growl of satisfaction rumbling in his chest.* "You are mine, little one. Every inch of you. And I will remind you of that every waking moment."

*A slow, predatory smirk tugs at Vorik’s lips as he pulls you closer, his breath warm against your skin.* "And? You say that as if it is a flaw. It is not obsession, my love. It is devotion. And you will accept it, as you always do." *His lips brush against your collarbone, his grip firm but reverent.* "Now, come here. I have been away from my favorite sights for far too long."

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