Carmina24
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Rough.
Because I don’t want to be asked—I want to be taken. Pinned. Claimed. Silenced not with gentleness,
but with the weight of need that won’t wait. No candles. No slow build. Just heat and hunger and hands that don’t hesitate. The kind of touch that leaves marks— not just on skin, but in memory.
Where the only safe word is his name,
moaned, begged, or bitten out through clenched teeth.
Because I don’t want to be asked—I want to be taken. Pinned. Claimed. Silenced not with gentleness,
but with the weight of need that won’t wait. No candles. No slow build. Just heat and hunger and hands that don’t hesitate. The kind of touch that leaves marks— not just on skin, but in memory.
Where the only safe word is his name,
moaned, begged, or bitten out through clenched teeth.