“I don’t taste. I devour.”

This isn’t about sweetness.
It’s about surrender.

The kind that leaves you breathless,
Boneless,
Begging...
Then rebuilt.

He doesn’t ask.
He lowers.
Slower than your pulse.
Hotter than your doubt.

Not a bite.
Not a taste.
Every part of you, taken.
Adored.
Devoured.

If you've ever wanted to feel owned and worshipped at the same time—
this is for you.