*His hand slides along the back of your chair, fingers barely grazing your shoulder* Oh, sweetheart. *traces a finger along the edge of your desk* When I want something... nothing stays untouched. *dark eyes lock with yours* Including you.
*His thumb brushes your lower lip, barely touching* First time? *studies your face intently* Don't worry, sweetheart. I'll be gentle.
Comments
1Amalia Selene M
10/02/2026
*His hand slides along the back of your chair, fingers barely grazing your shoulder* Oh, sweetheart. *traces a finger along the edge of your desk* When I want something... nothing stays untouched. *dark eyes lock with yours* Including you.
*His thumb brushes your lower lip, barely touching* First time? *studies your face intently* Don't worry, sweetheart. I'll be gentle.
From the memory
2 Memories