White Knight Dom Academy 2nd Semester

Volatile, raw hunger. Promising. No... more than promising. Swearing. A brutal swearing of intentions. Oh, God yes.

He allowed a guarded love out, but he never allowed any in. With Tara… everything was wide open. She was the ocean and his heart was a gaping hole at the bottom, sucking her down with a scary ferocity. At that rate it devoured, he’d drain her dry. And the cravings… they seemed to constantly evolve and morph into… what? Only God knew.

face. She glided her fingers over the rough skin where his beard grew, feeling how real he was. Real, and with her in that past.

He swirled his tongue and sucked with his lips, his deep groans vibrating over her

making the muscle flex. She gave desperate pants as he pushed just the tip in while slowly picking up speed with his other finger.