Threads Of Fate [R-18]

Pair of parched lips pressed against the other's as an expression of their yearning for each other; the desirable elixir that quenched their parched throats were bridged through their lustfully drenched tongues that reigned supreme in their own right.

Their uncontrollable blazing expression of passion was quelled by the down pour of the shower—exclusive for the Kingdom Zazia—yet, as if serpents drowning in lust, they slithered in the arms of the other.

Dominating her innocence was the man with an eerily ominous and near monstrous stature, who loomed over the woman he deemed his, challenging the world to defy his will.

Eleanor who could feel that overbearing flood of adoration drown her deep in something dark and cold yet comfortable, quivered in his arms, shuddering in gratification that his embrace brought.