KIERAN BLACKWOOD
I watch Scarlett sitting on the piano, the soft light of the room enveloping her like a sensual goddess.
The sight of her mesmerizes me, and each step I take toward her is filled with a burning need that ignites in my chest.
I slide my tongue over her lips, and I feel a deep shiver running through both our bodies.
As I pull her against me, I want her to feel the urgency of my erection against her body, a powerful reminder that she is mine.
Scarlett arches her head back, eyes closed, letting out a soft moan that echoes in my ears.
My hands explore her breasts, and every touch is like fire, igniting my control.
The beast inside me stirs, eager to break free.
At this moment, I don’t care if she is human or fragile; my obsession consumes her, and she is everything I de
