His low growl is all the sweet words I need. The bruising grab to my waist is the softest caress.
It’s not polite. It’s not refined. He strips my defences away.
Animal instincts.
Blood pumping, vivid, honest.
— CATCHMEKISSME
His low growl is all the sweet words I need. The bruising grab to my waist is the softest caress.
It’s not polite. It’s not refined. He strips my defences away.
Animal instincts.
Blood pumping, vivid, honest.
— CATCHMEKISSME