Ambrose knew he was in love the moment his eyes fell on Bell. He had to paint her and he had to have her. Bell didn't know this but she was his in every way.
Ambrose knew he was in love the moment his eyes fell on Bell. He had to paint her and he had to have her. Bell didn't know this but she was his in every way.
His hands.
The thing she hated most was when she started craving his touch.
She'd would even go so far to admit that she worshipped his hands.
Cruel and bloodied as they'd always be, she loved when...