[ Ramuda is absolutely a terror: A nightmare carving through the dark, gray spaces of Jakurai’s mind, painting a fantasy in sparkling pastel colors that will haunt him until he dies.
He sighs happily under his touch, alternating between kisses and tasting blood and sweat on his skin. ]
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He sighs happily under his touch, alternating between kisses and tasting blood and sweat on his skin. ]