My craving for Agatha Rose

Name: My craving for Agatha Rose
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Romance | Ongoing

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This book is an intense dark romance, not suitable for ages under 18. It is a journey set to test your emotions. It will awaken your lust and same time feed your happiness. I the author, invite you to take this journey with me and to generously comment your thoughts. Do you see me, my lover? I see you; I watch your impeccable beauty from afar. My patience grows thin as I crave to have a taste, just a simple taste, of your shimmering honey brown skin. Will you deny me my right of tasting your sweet, salty flesh, my love. Just look at how, you, glow. The sun graces you with its light and all of a sudden, the world becomes your canvas, and you are the painting.

R18+ Suspense Modern Betrayal Forced love CEO Attractive Arrogant/Dominant

Chapter 1 Object of my desire.

05-10 07:18

Chapter 1 Object of my desire.

JAKE'S P.O.V

Do you see me, my lover? I see you; I watch your impeccable beauty from afar. My patience grows thin as I crave to have a taste, just a simple taste, of your shimmering honey brown skin. Will you deny me my right of tasting your sweet, salty flesh, my love. Just look at how, you, glow. The sun graces you with its light and all of a sudden, the world becomes your canvas, and you are the painting.

Do you remember me, my love? Because I remember you! How can a man ever forget, gazing upon such beautiful brown eyes. Your eyes are the lightest of brown, as though they were kissed by the sun. Back then I was nothing, but a young boy engulfed in darkness, but when you blessed my cheek with your delicate kiss, you became my light in the darkness.

My love, I cannot take my eyes away from you, not even for a second. One might say that my actions are nothing short of a stalker, but is it really stalking if I am only looking after the one, I love? No! I do not think so and neither should you, my love.

Why are your divine curls up in a bun? Or do you wish to seduce me with your slender neck? My lungs suffer, they suffer at the thought of me not being able to breath in the delicious scent of your hair. I close my eyes thinking about your hair just for a second, and the thought of me wrapping it into my fist as I force enter your juicy lips, invades my mind. My dick pulsates at the flashing images in my head. This is what you do to me my love. You have bewitched me, turning me into a man with an unquenchable hunger. I should punish you, for having me wait this long.

Yes, go ahead my love, go ahead, and pick up whatever object you dropped on the ground. Show me just how well the outline of your pussy is sculpted by your leggings. FUCK! Oh, just you wait and see Agatha Rose, I will take every last bit of you. I own your heart, mind, soul, and body; even your last breath will be with me. I die when you die, and if for any reason I die before you, I have arrangements in place to take you with me.

You are the very object of all my desires!