My Forbidden Throb in the Borgia Shadows
The carriage jolted through Latium plains all night. Dawn hit. Rome exploded—roofs blazing, domes throbbing under pink light. Mist rose from the Tiber. The city floated, alive, decadent. My breath caught. Heart slammed. Between my thighs, a hot twitch. Florence was cold stone. This? Flesh sweating sins. The coach stopped at Borgia gates. Guards bowed, […]