VINCENT MOREAU
Who can blame me for being human and with feelings?
Thinking about it made me realize when my desire for Damian Blackwood started-from the very moment I set eyes on him. I had misunderstood the feeling, assuming it to be something else, until I found myself wondering what it would feel like to kneel before him. To look in his eyes and take him inside of me. To cuddle and be cuddled by his strong arms.
A quick check on the kind of man he was put the first obstacle in my name.
"What about him?" I asked the spy of mine who was tasked with finding out all I needed to know.
"Not some particularly impressive details, Sir. He makes for a brutal leader, killing without remorse, yet he seems to know how to balance it so well that his men have no choice but to love and respect h
