Raphael
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/ Two days ago/
A feather-light touch made me open my eyes. A smooth movement, a gentle touch of the fingertips to my chest. One by one, the buttons freed my chest from the tightness of the shirt.
Propping myself up on my elbows, I helped to take off my shirt without interrupting eye contact. Her azure eyes, like transparent glass in drops of water, plump scarlet lips that I want to lick, bite, and soft snow-white hair tickled my stomach. She straddled me like a true temptress, continuing her slow torture with this sensual undressing while her lips left wet marks on my neck.
Is this perhaps the best awakening in recent days... years... centuries?
And when did she become so brave?
- Raphael! My King…
