‘I can’t help but think about Shay making love to me on his desk in the Morrigan. My legs squeezing the sides of his bare hips, nails clawing at the scarred flesh of his broad shoulders. Shay has his forehead buried in my crook of my collarbone, mouth open, teeth clamped together as he lets out desperate groans while he ruts into me at varying speeds. Fuck.’

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I’m not much into Templar lovin’ but this one made me feel a little breathless, my dear confessor. (˵ ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°˵)

~ Signora Paola