Touch me tender, Break me wild: A Steamy Compilation
Mmeso Writescalmness to my stormthe darkness was comfortable for merain keeps falling on my headi'm jealous of the rain
Touch me.
He growled low, pulling me against him, mouth crashing to mine in a fierce kiss. Tongues tangled, his hands roaming, stripping my shirt with urgent tugs. 'You're mine,' he murmured against my lips, voice thick with need. 'Heritage be damned.' He backed me to the furs, laying me down, his body covering mine—solid, reassuring. The cave's dim glow from a single torch highlighted his scars, each one a story that drew me closer, relating to his hidden pains like my own unraveling past.