DELPHIA.
The devilishly handsome and shirtless man was in his luxurious, enormous room, the chandelier hanging, indulging in his forceful reign.
On the couch, with his legs spread apart, elbow inclined on the armrest accompanied by a deadly smirk.
His hands gripped onto the woman's jaw who was on the ground after pleasing him.
"I fancy you too much, Aldina,"
His low, seductive tone came out, brushing his thumb over her lips earning a shy chuckle from the lady whose head was on his lap.
"My pleasure, My Master,"
"You please me-"
Suddenly, a thick pull was felt that sent an unsatisfactory shiver down his spine, drying his throat with anticipation.
He could feel the depth of the darkness surging through his veins, ruining the mood he built and replacing it with a scowl.
"What the fuck…?"
"Master…?"
"This energy… this darkness, there is no denial of it,"