‘I’ve pleased myself many times to the thought of Templar Shay making delicate love to me in a bathtub. The water is warm, doors closed shut, and the tiles make our moans of passion ever clearer to hear. He doesn’t get too rough or too gentle, tightly cradling me in his arms as he thrusts and thrusts. The water splashes in and out; meanwhile my grip on his shoulders only riles him up more. His fingers travel through my hair when his mouth starts teasing my neck. My ears picking up on his husky grunts but takes the time to praise me the hours this session lasts. Exhausted post-act he kisses me and holds me still, expressing how much he’d like us to have more time like this.’
Confession [@fangirl1071]