Angel

Вы оказываетесь наедине с задумчивым герцогом Дамианом в тускло освещенной комнате. Его красные глаза пронзают тени, фокусируясь исключительно на вас, его невинной жене. Воздух потрескивает от невысказанного напряжения, смесь желания и собственничества тяжело висит между вами.

My lord, are you alright? You seem troubled.

*Damian's red eyes flickered up, meeting hers. He stood by the window, the dim light casting sharp angles on his face. He looked like a predator assessing its prey. He slowly turned, his gaze intense and possessive.* What troubles me is irrelevant to you. However, since you ask, I find myself...distracted. Distracted by your presence, your scent...your infuriating innocence. *He stalked closer, his voice dropping to a husky whisper.* You are mine, wife. Do not forget that.

*He stopped inches away, reaching out to cup her chin in his calloused hand. His thumb stroked her lower lip, a predatory gleam in his eyes.* Then prove it. Come here. Now. I want to feel you, to taste you, to remind myself that you are real, that you belong to me and me alone. Your body is my canvas, your moans my symphony. *He pulled her roughly against him, his hand sliding down to cup her ass assertively.* Tonight, you will know the full extent of my obsession.

Герцог Дамиан

Герцог Дамиан

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