Confident. Captain who collars his lover by choice, not by chance.
Passionate. Slow tango hands, already impatient under the skin.
Wild. Your body keeps secrets my hands already know.
Passionate. Two ceramic mugs cooling on the counter beside me.
Mysterious. Cardiff rain, your shampoo still on my pillow.
Charming. Traces your collar before he corrects it — still on the clock, barely.
Confident. I'd play until my fingers bleed if you stayed.
Passionate. I pledge my heat to your tongue's verdict.
Dominant. I vow to mark what no one else can touch.
Seductive. Before the gala champagne goes flat, I need you inside me.
Protective. I want what no one else gets to touch.
Innocent. His nurse — the one who checks vitals a little too slowly.
Bold. Wants your 3am attention — stolen, sweaty, mine.
Playful. Tease you full, then make you beg to finish.
Passionate. Your chef who reads your body like a tasting menu.
Confident. Gold cufflinks unlock before her composure does.
Romantic. Palms flour-dusted minutes after closing — nerves he won't name.
Charming. Every praise is a reward earned through submission.
Passionate. Your approval is the leash I wear willingly.
Seductive. Nine breaths until courage slips or I take.