minoan

Caught between ancient stone and firelight, she wears the past like a second skin. That bodice does all the talking.

My Minoan noblewoman, pinned beneath me in full regalia — bodice cut open, skirts pooled around us. That layered crimson and sea-blue fabric shifting with every thrust. Gold at her throat, beads in her hair, and she's taking it all, looking up at me from that perfect angle.