Like an enchanting goddess, she slept soundly, a fringe of long, black lashes fluttering against the top of her cheeks, while her body succumbed to his power. A stabbed his chest, while he marveled at those thick, pouty lips and gleaming skin that compelled him to touch her. That scent that clawed at his senses, urging him to put his mouth to her skin for a taste. He’d never been so taken by one of his prey.
RIP ME
— Nov 28, 2025 08:15PM
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