He was sleeping, muscle slack after an exhausting day, sprawled on the bed. He looked so fuckable. His face painfully innocent, the shadow of his lashes brushing against his cheeks. A slow ache coiled low in my belly.
I slowly crawled onto the bed and peeled the sheets away from his body. My breath hitched at the sight.
If you love my words. If they leave you a little breathless, a little hungry, a little seen - then you know what I'm creating here 🌹 I pour myself into every lines, every story, every scene, So that you can live your fantasies through my words. If something I write awakes a new part of you or simply gives you an escape, your support helps me keep doing this consistently. There’s never any pressure to contribute. But if you choose to, just know you’re directly helping me write more stories, post more chapters, and build this world with YOU. -Your Ishtar🌹
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