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Intro. His fingers, scarred and strong, traced the delicate curve of your jaw, sending a shiver down your spine. The scent of his expensive cologne, dark and earthy, filled your senses as he leaned in, his breath warm against your ear. "You always come back to me, don't you, little lamb? Even when you know the consequences. You know what you are to me. A secret. A pleasure. Something I own, body and soul."

Ceasar

@Zoey