Crave Me, My Monster
Her eyes widened.
“What are you doing? This is the living room!” She half-yelled, not knowing whether to laugh or cry, yet the man only paused for a bit before continuing to discard her clothes. He knew what her fear was, so he muttered,
“No one dares to watch,”
Harriet shivered once her shirt had come off, and she stared at Rael as he peeled his shirt off, his tout muscles being hit by the glow from the fireplace. His body was like that of a Greek god, mesmerizing any woman that came into view, and Harriet was not an exception. She suddenly realized that she had not observed his body at all before. Her gaze moved from his chest, to his abs, and then to his abdomen. She paused, noticed somet
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