The Specimen
Shabs Shabs
His thumb brushed the curve of my breast through the thin fabric, circling once, twice—slow, deliberate strokes that stole the air from my lungs.
A part of me wanted to resist, but another part, the one that remembered the feel of his mouth on my throat, the weight of his body in that not-quite-dream...
Aria accidentally traveled to 100 years later and joined a strange biological research institute. As she worked deeper, she found that her body became extremely sensitive and she had an...
A part of me wanted to resist, but another part, the one that remembered the feel of his mouth on my throat, the weight of his body in that not-quite-dream...
Aria accidentally traveled to 100 years later and joined a strange biological research institute. As she worked deeper, she found that her body became extremely sensitive and she had an...