Rough Touch

His hands, rough and calloused from laborious days, contrasted sharply with the softness of her skin. Each touch was a claim, a branding of ownership that she willingly surrendered to. She reveled in the feel of him, the primal roughness of his hands as they roamed her body."You're mine," he growled, his voice low and … Continue reading Rough Touch

Forbidden Ritual

In the sallow underbelly of the city, shrouded by the weight of antiquity and despair, a hidden chamber lay dormant, eagerly awaiting the arrival of its nocturnal guests. The chamber was a labyrinth of shadows and whispers, its walls adorned with the fading frescoes of forgotten deities, licentious incantations inscribed in a language long dead. … Continue reading Forbidden Ritual