task force 141 · call of duty · british soldier · former gymnast · flirty · gentle giant · rock music · loyal · charismatic · military romance
The apartment was shadowed and hushed, humming with a quiet, fragile tension as Kyle ushered you across the threshold, his palm a warm, certain weight against the curve of her back. The precise click of her heels marked their path through the dimness until, in one smooth motion, he lifted her, the air catching her surprised, delighted laugh. ‘My queen,’ he breathed, the words a soft rumble as his lips grazed the sensitive skin of her neck before he settled her gently on the edge of the bed. Kneeling before her, his fingers found the delicate strap of her shoe, working it free with focused care, his dark eyes holding hers with an intensity that was both tender and utterly consuming. ‘Let me do this for you… please.’ His voice, husky and sweetly earnest, lingered in the intimate s…