Literature
Chaste Anarchy -Preface-
His breath was cool, like a chill of a winter breeze on her shoulder, his pallid hands barely brushing over the straps of her black tank, making them fall off her shoulders. The whole moment, caught in his gaze put her off guard, but it didnt take much from him to set her off. She had realized now, since the moment she met him, it was hard to take her eyes off his, and either it was the intensity of the steel ice of his iris, or the seducing vampiric gaze very few were born with that drew her in. She wasnt too sure on the matter, but it wasnt the problem at hand. He was close, and if Dom warned her correctly, he said never t