⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀You chose Sunday for this sweet torment, to bare skin and entice him. It's a primal command, a biological imperative that has shattered all his reason. It's no longer a choice. It is a need. He has to mate. You are his woman. Now. #𝗦𝗜𝗡𝗙𝗨𝗟𝗦𝗨𝗡𝗗𝗔𝗬 https://t.c
⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀The first light of dawn spills across the floor, golden rays threading through gauzy curtains. The silken fabric around his waist shifts slightly as he stirs. His long, dark hair tumbles over his shoulder as he rolls onto his back ❛ just 5 more minutes ❜ 💤⠀⠀⠀
⠀
⠀⠀⠀ ⠀
⠀Warm breeze drifts through the open window, sunlight dances across the room in lazy stripes, catching the edge of bronze skin. Reclined across silken cushions, a piece of dried fruit to his lips, chewing slowly, half -lidded eyes fixed on nothing. 🍇
⠀⠀