Chapter 67 On A Mission
- PIETRO GIACOMETTI
- My hands gently caressed her face, pretty and peaceful as she slept. The one human that could make me feel satisfied in so many ways and yet so fucking unsatisfied in so many ways.
- She satisfied me yet she made my cravings heighten. My thumb moved gently over her lower lip, the same lip that had been screaming and panting just about three hours ago.