Teagan’s touch is ritual and ruin. Under moonlight, she marks her lover with chaos, devotion, and blood-stained beauty—submission turned sacred.
Teagan’s kiss is chaos—fangs, fear, and surrender. Under the blood moon, her captive learns that devotion bleeds as beautifully as it begs.
I used warm oil. Then cold steel. You moaned. You bled. You begged. You succumbed to pain and pleasure.
888-750-4746 EXT- 882 He said he loved her. He said she was different. That’s what echoed in Brishel’s head while she stared down at his body, slumped in the leather chair, eyes still half-open like he might blink if she…
With the line disconnected, Deborah turned her full attention to her pupil. She took Peggy’s hand, guiding it up her thigh, under her skirt, to the wetness that had gathered there. “Now it’s time for you to experience it,” she…
Teagan’s touch is ritual and ruin. Under moonlight, she marks her lover with chaos, devotion, and blood-stained beauty—submission turned sacred.
Teagan’s kiss is chaos—fangs, fear, and surrender. Under the blood moon, her captive learns that devotion bleeds as beautifully as it begs.
I used warm oil. Then cold steel. You moaned. You bled. You begged. You succumbed to pain and pleasure.
888-750-4746 EXT- 882 He said he loved her. He said she was different. That’s what echoed in Brishel’s head while she stared down at his body, slumped in the leather chair, eyes still half-open like he might blink if she…
With the line disconnected, Deborah turned her full attention to her pupil. She took Peggy’s hand, guiding it up her thigh, under her skirt, to the wetness that had gathered there. “Now it’s time for you to experience it,” she…