<strong>Tsade ~ with his dessert<br/><br/>Tsade turned a deaf ear to her words. He could no more punish her for her confession than stop the feelings erupting inside his chest. Forbidden feelings for property which thrived on this side of the door.  It was his private place. A place to be himself with her far removed from his duties and title. <br/><br/>It was Tsade, the man who kissed her in a rush of sweeping emotion. Tsade, the lover who brought her tight against his chest and filled her with his hunger. Tsade the master who tenderly pushed his hard throbbing shaft into the soft warm strength of her passion. Submerging her in that entwined moment as he chased her building ecstasy with the press of chocolate covered lips.<br/><br/>“Mine, always.”<br/></strong>