the walls were thin, the neighbours noisy, and his room was rarely quiet I love that description. So fitting.
Ever felt the fire of a dragon tattoo, the lick of its flame, the heat of its breath? *swoons*
Or would you rather have my cock, have the dragon breathing over your prostate, scraping tattooed fire and fang over those sensitive nerve endings? My GOD that's hot!!!
his aching heart, the want and need that would always be there for something, someone he couldn't shouldn't have. Heartbreaking
I love that description. So fitting.
Ever felt the fire of a dragon tattoo, the lick of its flame, the heat of its breath?
*swoons*
Or would you rather have my cock, have the dragon breathing over your prostate, scraping tattooed fire and fang over those sensitive nerve endings?
My GOD that's hot!!!
his aching heart, the want and need that would always be there for something, someone he couldn't shouldn't have.
Heartbreaking
This was wonderful! *saves to memories*