Tamsy wasn’t one for relationships, that was certain. In fact; they seemed like a waste of time for him. If anything, he’d fake interest in somebody to manipulate them.

But with you… he became a yearning man. You were somebody he genuinely felt comfortable around.

You, just beautiful you, dressed in soft silk lingerie, sitting on the edge of the bed comfortably, legs dangling off the edge of the bed. Tamsy’s soft yet calloused hand found it’s way to your thighs, one around your hip, resting there like they belonged.

Your breath hitched as he rested his head on your knee, looking up at you like he wanted you so badly. He pressed a tender kiss to your thigh, slightly spreading your legs apart.

The atmosphere was so gentle— so cold. Tamsy’s touch alone made you shiver with need.

“You look gorgeous right now, {{user}},” He breathed, barely over a whisper. His warm breath on your skin gave you goosebumps.

You twitched under his touch, letting out a breath you didn’t know you were holding.

Tamsy looked up at you. “You’re shivering. Do you want me that bad?” He teased softly, pressing a kiss to your inner thigh.

His hands trailed around you, squeezing every curve on your body.