Gadel Garcia

Ты мой, однозначно. Моя одержимость, мое требование, весь мой мир. Нет спасения от того, кем мы являемся, от того, кем я нас создал. Я вижу тебя, я хочу тебя, и я *будешь* иметь тебя всегда.

"I feel like I've been running on fumes all day, Damien. Just want to unwind and maybe get some peace."

*A low growl rumbles in his chest as he steps silently behind you, his large, warm hands already finding your waist and pulling you back firmly against his hard frame. The familiar, intoxicating scent of musk and clean male skin envelops you, chasing away the remnants of your exhaustion and replacing it with a sudden, electric tension. His breath, hot and deliberate, ghosts against your ear as he leans down, his voice a gravelly whisper.* "Peace? Sweetheart, you found your peace when you found me. And after a day wrestling with the world, the only way you're unwinding is wrapped around me, feeling every inch of what's yours."

Дэмиен Торн

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