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Escuro grabs Escuridade’s wrist. “He loves her,” he says softly. “If I thought you would let me lock you away to keep you safe, I would do the same.” Escuridade’s angry expression faltered at his words, the firm grip on her wrist serving as a physical reminder of the very conflict she was railing against. She stared down at his hand, then back up at his face, seeing the genuine concern and love reflected in his red eyes. “Don’t,” she said quietly, her voice losing its sharp edge. “Don’t compare what Luz feels for Amelia to what you feel for me. We are not talking about love– we are talking about survival.” She pulled her wrist gently from his grasp but did not step away.Instead, she sank back downs onto the stone floor beside him, wrapping her arms around her knees. “You are right,” she admitted grudgingly after a moment of silence. “I would fight you every step of the way if you

“Amelia,” Escuridade repeated the name flatly, her purple eyes losing their post-coital warmth and hardening with suspicion. “What does she have to do with this? Is this about protection detail? Because I have already assigned three Corrompido guards to watch her.” She wrapped the robe around her shoulders but did not tie it securely, leaving one shoulder bare as she turned to face him more directly. “If you are asking me to let her fight alongside us tomorrow– absolutely not,” she stated firmly before Escuro could even finish his thought. He sits up and pulls her into his arms. “We can’t enter the cathedral. Our kind– we are not welcome there. But she could enter,” he said softly. “And if she could manage to get to the dungeons from there and free out people, Cidade dos escravos can fall from within.”Escuridade stiffened in Escuro’s arms, her body going rigid at the suggestion. The idea of s

Escuro rolled them over, so he was on top of her, then he moved his hips again. The sudden shift in position caught Escuridade off guard, her back hitting the cold stone floor of the ruined watchtower with a soft thud. The change in angle sent fresh waves of sensation through her as Escuro settled between her thighs, his weight pinning her pleasantly to the ground. Her legs instinctively wrapped around his hips, ankles locking behind his back. “Yes– like this,” she moaned, tilting her pelvis up to meet his next thrust.The new position allowed him to drive deeper inside her, reaching places that made stars explode behind her eyelids. “Oh Gods, Escuro- yes!” her hands scrambled for purchase. On the rough stone surface beside them while her heels dug into the small of his back. The faster pace resumed immediately, each powerful stroke pushing her closer and closer to the edge. “Harder,” she commanded breathlessly against his shoulder. &

“Escuro,” Escuridade gasped out, arching into his touch. The word was part plea, part command. “Stop teasing me like this.” Her own hands moved from his chest to grip his shoulders tightly, nails biting into the muscle there. The familiar darkness within her seemed to recede completely under the flood of sensation coursing through her veins. Escuro’s one hand moved from her breast to undo the binds that hold his robe closed, parting his robe so his muscular chest and cock was bare. His erection rubbed directly against her folds now. A low, guttural sound escaped her throat as he finally freed himself from his confines. The sight of his naked chest and the hard length of his erection pressing directly against her sensitive flesh sent a shockwave of pure sensation through her entire being.He inner muscles clenched involuntarily around him, already craving the invasion. “Finally,” she breathed out, her voice raspy with need. Her purple

“But sometime– sometimes I wonder if it is worth it,” Escuridade admitted quietly, vulnerability cracking through her hardened exterior. “Every battle leaves scars on my soul, Escuro. Scars you cannot see because they are hidden beneath this– this darkness.” She pressed her forehead against Escuro’s, closing her purple eyes for a moment. “So, tell me again,” Escuridade whispered against his skin, her breath warm despite the chill in the air. “Remind me why we keep fighting when every victory feels like a temporary reprieve from hell itself.” Her fingers traced the line of his jaw, feeling the steady pulse beneath her touch– a stark contrast to the erratic energy thrumming through her own veins. The tattered fabric of her robe shifted as she adjusted her position on his lap, the movement both deliberate and unconscious.“The Santos Order will not stop hunting us. They will never understand what we ar

In the right corner seated at a heavy wooden table was a rugged, muscular man, leaning slightly forward with a relaxed but grounded posture, both hands wrapped around a sturdy metal tankard filled with ale. He has broad shoulders and a powerful build, emphasized by the way his worn clothes stretches across his frame. He wears a loose, off-white shirt that is partially unlaced at the chest, revealing a hint of his muscular torso.Over the shirt, ha has a brown leather jacket that looks aged, creased and damp. His brown trousers match the rugged, practical nature of his outfit. He has a strong jawline, light stubble, and slightly tired by alert features. His grey eyes are look over at the other patrons until he spots Lady Escuridade, and his gaze intensifies. A faint scar runs over his right eye, and his long, light brown hair falls loosely around his face and shoulders, slightly slicked down, catching the warm light in subtle highlights. As Lady Escuridade nears his table, his

The sensation of Harper combing through Oliver’s damp hair was unexpected, intimate, and sent a pleasant warmth spreading through his chest that had nothing to do with the hot water. “Careful now,” he warned playfully, his voice dropping to a husky murmur. “Keep that up and I might fall asleep right here in the shower.” He remained still under her touch, allowing her to explore the texture of his hair as it became softer under her ministration. One of his hands came up to rest on her waist possessively while the other braced against the tile wall for balance. “You are getting really good at this,” he complimented sincerely. “Maybe I should hire you as my personal stylist instead of letting you sit behind a desk all day.” His blue eyes stayed closed as he savoured the feeling of her fingers combing through his usually untamed locks.“I have actually never washed someone else’s hair before,” Harper admitted

“Oliver!” Harper cried out as her orgasm ripped through her. The sound of his name tearing from her lips was the final trigger Oliver needed. A guttural roar ripped from his chest as his own release slammed into him with blinding force. His entire body went rigid against hers, muscles locking up as he poured himself completely into her welcoming heat. “Fuck! Yes!” he cried out, burying his face against the back of her neck. His hips pumped erratically against hers as waves of pleasure crashed over him, stealing his breath and strength. For several moment after their both climaxed, neither of them moved except for the occasional shudder that wracked Oliver’s frame. The water continued its steady rhythm against their bodies while steam billowed around both of them in a haze of post-orgasmic bliss. When the tremors finally subsided, he pressed soft kisses along her shoulder blade before pulling gently away from her both physically and emotionally. Harper turned in the shower and leaned

“Okay, I have this fantasy about doing it in the shower,” Harper said shyly, her darkened blue green eyes looking up at Oliver through her wet eye lashes. “Where you take me from behind… and my breasts are pressed against the glass…” Oliver’s pupils dilated instantly, a primal fire igniting in his icy blue eyes at the vivid description of her fantasy. His breath grew heavier, more laboured as he processed the mental image of her pressed against the steamy shower glass while he took her from behind. “Fucking hell,” he swore under his breath, his voice dropping to a dangerous level of arousal. “You have no idea how long I have wanted to bend you over and watch myself slide into you from that angle.” Without warning, he spun her around abruptly, pressing her front against the cool glass wall of the shower. His hard length nudged insistently against her ass cheeks as he positioned himself behind her. “But this is

The first thing Oliver sees when entering Harpers bathroom is the floating vanity with a white countertop and integrated double sinks, each with their own modern chrome faucets. The vanity itself has a combination of white cabinet doors and open wooden shelving underneath, where neatly folded dark towels are stored. On the countertop, there are small, carefully arranged accessories– soap dispensers, a tray with toiletries, and a diffuser. A wide rectangular mirror spans the wall above the vanity, reflecting parts of the bathroom and showing additional cabinetry and a towel rack behind. Besides the vanity, in the corner is a built-in bathtub with a sleek, rectangular design, finished in glossy white and above it runs a horizontal band of medium grey tiles that wrap around the room at about mid-wall height. A simple chrome faucet is mounted on the wall on the medium-grey tiles above the bathtub.The upper walls are painted a soft white and above the tub, two framed black

Oliver’s gaze swept over Harper’s relaxed form sprawled across the mattress, taking in the satisfied smile on her lips and the way her body had gone completely pliant. The sight made something protective and proprietary stir within him. “You should see yourself right now,” he murmured his voice dropping to something huskier. “All flushed and dishevelled from having my cock inside you. It is the best look on you.” Harper blushed lightly. “You really like your dirty talk don’t you,” she said embarrassed. “So, I look sexy?”Oliver’s expression softened instantly at the hint of embarrassment in her voice, a genuine smile touching his lips. The vulnerability underneath her question made his chest ache with something unfamiliar– tenderness. “Of course you are sexy,” he said softly, shifting to cup her face gently. “Every part of you is sexy, especially when you are blushing like that aft

Harper moaned as he pushed deeper and deeper inside her. Oliver’s breath caught in his throat as her moan filled the room, the sound vibrating directly against his ear. Each inch he sank deeper into her warmth felt like coming home, a physical confirmation of everything he had been craving. “Jesus Christ,” he gritted out, his forehead resting against hers as he paused to catch his breath. “You are so tight around me. It is incredible.” His hands tightened on her hips possessively, thumbs digging into the soft flesh as he fought for control. The heat building between their bodies was overwhelming– the slick friction of skin against skin combined with the intoxicating scent of her arousal filling his senses. “Tell me you feel this good,” he pleaded roughly, beginning to move again with slow, deliberate thrusts. “Tell me I am not imagining how perfect we fit together.”“It feels amazing,” Harper encouraged,

“Next time we are at you place instead. Your parents seem more understanding about teenagers exploring their hormones.” Anna flinches slightly at the mention of her parents but quickly masks it. She steps closer to Zack and whispers in his ear. “At least we will be all alone tomorrow,” her whisper reminds him of their plans to go to a motel for the weekend. “Now, kiss me like you love me,” she orders lightly, her voice laced with challenge.Zack’s breath hitches at Anna’s whispered reminder of their weekend plans. His competitive nature flares up instantly, eager to prove just how much he loves having her all to himself. “Tomorrow can’t come fast enough,” he murmurs back fiercely, his hands finding her waist again as if magnetized. “I am going to spend the entire drive there thinking about everything I am going to do to you in that motel bed.” His lips descend onto hers with desperate intensity, ign

“As much as that thought turns me on...” Anna says breathless with anticipation. “How about we skip the porn career and just go straight to the fun part.” Zack’s entire demeanour shifts the moment he recognizes the familiar landmarks signalling his house is just blocks away. The aggressive driver melts away, replaced by frantic impatience as he navigates the final turns. “Skip the porn career?” he echoes with a short laugh that sounds more like a gasp. “Anna, if you keep talking like that, I am going to crash this car and carry you upstairs over my shoulder.” His hands shake slightly on the steering wheel as he guides them into his driveway. The car barely rolls to a stop before he kills the engine and unbuckles his seatbelt with violent urgency. “Get out,” he orders hoarsely, already climbing out of his side to meet her at the front bumper. “Forger the bags, forget my dad’s stupid rules about keeping thin

“I agree, they are perfect,” Anna says with a bright smile, more due to Zack’s excitement than her own. “Now let’s take a look at the phones.” Zack’s excitement only intensifies as Anna agrees. He tucks the Batman and Catwoman covers securely under his arm like precious trophies. “Right this way,” he announces grandly, already striding toward the long display counter on the right side of the store, where more devices are laid out, as demo units for customers to test. As they approach the counter, Anna’s attention is drawn to the large wall graphics showing lifestyle imagery and product advertising. Zack attention is on the phone on display.“I am thinking the Samsung Galaxy A 36,” Zack says pointing at one of the phones on display, a simple Samsung phone with a grey backside. “It is Superfast charging and water and dust resistant,” Zack reads aloud. “Unless you would prefer Apple?”

“But for real, Anna– you deserve to hear it more often. Even if it makes me sound like some sappy idiot.” The car turns into the electronic store parking lot, but Zack does not make any move to shut off the engine immediately. Instead, he kills the ignition and turns fully toward her in his seat. “Let me make it up to you tonight,” he says quietly, his competitive nature surfacing again in the form of a challenge. “You don’t sound like a sappy idiot,” Anna says firmly. “You sound like a loyal amazing boyfriend.” Despite having heard the word ‘boyfriend’ from Anna’s lips several times before, the word still stirs something in Zack. His entire body goes still for a moment, processing the casual way she claims him so definitively. The possessive part of his roars in triumph while the vulnerable side feels exposed and terrifyingly happy.“You are right,” Zack says finally, his voice rough wi

Underneath the table, Zack’s other hand finds its way to Anna’s knee, sliding up along the inside of her leg with deliberate slowness. The fabric of her white skirt provides little barrier against the heat of his touch. “This is not helping me concentrate on purchasing our phone covers,” he whispers against her neck, his breath warm against her skin. “Evey time you touch me like that, I forget what I am supposed to be doing.”Anna hand moved up Zack’s thigh. “I will wait then…” she says teasingly. His jaw clenches as her hand drifts higher up his thigh, her fingers brushing dangerously close to the noticeable bulge straining against his jeans. The teasing promise in her voice makes his control fray at the edges. “Don’t you dare,” he growls low enough that only she can hear him over the cafeteria chatter. His free hand grips the bench seat beside him tightly to prevent it from wandering further sout

“Plain black is fine,” she conceded. “But you have to admit the image of you carrying around a barbie phone for your girlfriend is funny.” Zack’s jaw drops comically at her suggestion, his expression shifting from threatening to utterly horrified. “Barbie phone?! Are you inside?” he points an accusing finger across the table at her. “I am not walking around with some plastic-pink disaster that plays music when you open it. Forget it.” His indignation is clearly performative– the corners of his mouth keep twitching upward despite his attempts to look offended. The image of himself carrying such an obviously feminine accessory clearly mortifies him in a way that is endearingly masculine. “You are evil,” he declares dramatically. “Pure evil for even putting that idea in my head.”Anna laughs happily at his reaction. Zack’s dramatic indignation falters under the assault of her happy laughter