Chapter 22 My Desire

• Carolina
• The desire stamped on her dilated iris is like a Balsamo that covers every trace of fear, leaving only the requinto forcing me to bite the lower lip while I see the gleam of the silver spheres on her nipples. The dark paint covering the skin in various designs, I shudder with the warm touch of the callused hand against the calf and the mouth sticking against the inside of the knee.
• I sigh in anticipation, curious, desirous, and distressed.