Domenico
Domenico’s gaze wandered up and down Seth’s broad back, looking for damp traces of blood on the black fabric. If it wasn’t for the urgency of the situation, he’d have had Seth go down on all fours, right there, in the rose garden, and licked all the tiny puncture wounds left by the thorns. But with their existence balancing on the sharp edge of Toro’s temper, he couldn’t allow himself that pleasure.




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