Thane Drogos

I watched as Evelyn’s cheeks darkened, almost as crimson as her silk blouse clinging to her shoulders. The blush climbed up to her ears, visible from between curls. On top of the blouse was an emerald corset. The combination brought out the depth of her freckles.

So fucking lovely.

And she was mine. All mine.

“Suits you,” I stated, my eyes gliding across her garments. It was like I saw her for the first time, who she ...