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Gazelle couldn’t stay still—I knew right then she longed for our bodies to be one without anything holding us back. “Max…” Her voice trembled with need, the sound wrapping around my name like a soft, urgent plea. “Calm down, babe. We will get there…” I said, spreading her legs wide. My mouth began to taste her clit. The way she reacted sent a rush through me. My tongue traced her most sensitive spot, savoring every shiver and moans she gave me. “Max!” she gasped, her legs trembling with pleasure. I kept exploring with my mouth while my arms gently held her legs in place. “Goodness!” she cried out, completely restless from the pleasure. Her hips began to move slowly against my tongue, and it felt amazing. I kissed and licked her, using everything my mouth could do to show her how much I wanted her—this wasn’t a play; it was me getting ready for what was coming next. Her soft moans filled the room, whispered right into my ear, sending shivers straight down to where I was alread
Maximus The contradiction tugged at my heart—a fierce longing to move forward colliding with the urge to hold time still, to treasure every heartbeat, every breath of what was about to unfold. I had waited so long for this moment with Gazelle. Far too long… My admiration for her stirred the moment she stepped gracefully from girlhood into womanhood, and from that day on, I knew—deep in my soul—that feeling would never fade, not in this lifetime, not even if the world crumbled to dust around us. These past few days, I had given Gazelle everything I had to offer: my time, attention, and carefully guarded heart. Every part of me aches for her—my chest, my soul, everything. I gently guided her onto the bed, my hands shaking as I leaned in to kiss her—deep, desperate, like I’d been holding back for far too long. She started unbuttoning my shirt slowly, one button at a time like she wasn’t in a rush at all. Each pop of fabric felt like her way of saying yes without words. Then her ha
Gazelle I couldn’t shake the uneasy feeling about Ivan and Amara. Everything between them was moving at breakneck speed, and something about their intensity left me unsettled. “Are you sure those two are going to be alright?” I asked Maximus as we made our way through the exit of Ivan’s bar. We had left Amara with his friend in one of the private rooms upstairs, but the charged atmosphere between them lingered in my mind. Maximus nodded. “They’ll be fine. You probably don’t realize this, but Amara is the reason Ivan became such a womanizer in the first place.” ‘This is juicy.’ My steps faltered, and I turned to face him fully. “Wait— they have history together?” He nodded again. “How did you even find out about that?” I pressed. “About a year ago, Lucas got Ivan completely wasted. At some point, he just started talking—out of nowhere—about a woman named Amara Valentine. He said she had messed with his reputation and that he still hadn’t really moved on from everything between
Ivan’s sharp green gaze held mine with an intensity that quickened my pulse. I forced myself to look away, but his fingers found my chin, tilting my face back toward his with practiced ease. Things were actually going well between us back then. There was a real chance we could’ve become something more, especially since we’d already reached the ‘buffet stage’ of intimacy. But everything changed after our first night together. That’s when I discovered the dark part of his life, the dangerous edges to his world that terrified my younger self. My mind raced with possibilities I wasn’t ready to confront—scenarios that kept me wide awake, lost in thought. I told myself I was strong enough to walk away, so I pushed everything aside and tried to move on. When Ivan showed up, wanting to talk and take responsibility for what had happened between us, I shut him out and lied, saying I was going abroad to continue my studies. Months later, I heard women constantly surrounded him. It only confi
“Are you alright?” Cassian asked gently. He must have realized I wasn’t in the room, and it worried him enough to come looking. His eyes landed on the tears streaming down my face, and he instantly panicked. “I-is everything okay, love?” The endearment that usually warmed me now felt like salt in an open wound. “I discovered something today…” I said quietly, watching him closely, searching for any flicker of guilt in his expression. Cassian stiffened a little. Two entire years of lies. While I was busy planning our wedding, dreaming of forever, he was out there building a whole other life—with her. Dakota Lane. And a child. God! How do you even begin to process that? All this time, I thought I knew him. It’s not just the cheating. It’s the betrayal. The pretending. The smile on his face while hiding a whole family behind my back. I gave him everything. My heart. My trust. My future. And he had already given it to someone else. “What... what did you discover?” His voice caug
Finding Cassian’s message exchange with Dakota was easier than I thought. Her contact's name was painfully simple: ‘Ms. Lane.’ So formal. So bland. So... obvious. No effort to hide it. No fake names, no cryptic initials. Just that professional distance—clear and cold. Scrolling through his call history, I noticed her name appeared frequently among his contacts. That didn’t strike me as strange at first. They worked together, after all. I didn’t think much of it. But then I decided to scroll all the way back to the very beginning. Three years ago. Their messages were clean back then, short, and strictly professional. Until I reached the messages from two years ago—the beginning of the betrayal. Ms. Lane: ‘Boss, we can pretend last night never happened. I’ll let it go, I promise. Just… please, let me stay by your side.’ Cassian: ‘No one should know what happened. It was a mistake. You know how hurt I was; Amara left and didn’t want to proceed with the wedding registration. I was