LOGINšChapter ThreešMorning light slowly filtered into the archive room through the small high windows. Grace woke up with her head on Milesā chest, his arm wrapped securely around her. Their clothes were scattered on the floor around the old leather couch. She could still feel the pleasant ache from the night before, but it was the kind of ache that made her smile.Miles stirred when she moved. He opened his eyes and looked at her with a soft expression she hadnāt seen on him before. āHey,ā he said quietly, brushing hair from her face. āYou okay?āāVery okay,ā Grace replied, tracing a finger along his jaw. āHow about you? No more panic?āHe shook his head. āNot with you here. Last night⦠you helped me more than you know.ā He kissed her forehead. āThank you for staying close. For not making me feel weak.āāYouāre not weak,ā she said firmly. āYou went through something horrible. Anyone would struggle with that.ā She paused, then added softly, āIām glad I was the one who was here with you
Chapter Two Miles pulled back from the kiss, his forehead still resting against Graceās. His breathing was shaky, but not from panic anymore. āIām sorry,ā he whispered. āI didnāt mean to⦠I justā¦āāDonāt apologize,ā Grace said softly. She kept her arms around his waist, not ready to let go. āI wanted that too. For a while now, actually.āIn the complete darkness, every sound felt louder; the soft rustle of their clothes, their breathing, the distant hum of the old building. Milesā hand stayed gentle on her cheek, his thumb brushing her skin like she was something fragile.āYouāre sure?ā he asked, voice low and careful. āI donāt want to take advantage of the situation. Weāre stuck here and Iām⦠Iām a mess tonight.āGrace smiled even though he couldnāt see it. āYouāre not a mess. Youāre human and yes, Iām sure.ā She leaned in and kissed him again, slower this time, letting him feel that she meant it.Miles made a soft sound in his throat and kissed her back. His hands moved carefully ā
šChapter One šGrace rubbed her eyes and glanced at the clock on the far wall. It was already past nine. The university library had been closed to students for hours, but she had stayed late again to finish cataloging the new batch of rare books that had arrived last week. The archive room in the basement was quiet, cool, and smelled of old paper and dust. She loved it here.She stretched her arms above her head and looked across the long wooden table. Miles sat at the other end, quietly sorting through a stack of old letters. He was the senior archivist ā tall, serious, with dark hair that always looked a little messy and sharp eyes that rarely gave anything away. They had worked together many times over the past year, but he mostly kept to himself. Polite, professional, and distant.āThese letters from the 1800s are incredible,ā Grace said, trying to make conversation. āThe handwriting is so beautiful. Makes me wish people still wrote like this.āMiles looked up and gave a small n
š„µChapter Threeš„µMaya woke up the next morning with Jaxās heavy arm draped over her waist and his warm breath brushing the back of her neck. Sunlight slipped through the curtains, painting the room in soft gold. Her body felt wonderfully used; thighs sore, lips swollen, a pleasant ache between her legs that reminded her of everything they had done during the storm. She lay still for a moment, listening to his steady breathing, wondering how something that felt so right could also feel so complicated.Jax stirred behind her. His arm tightened, pulling her closer. āMorning,ā he murmured, voice deep and rough with sleep. He pressed a slow kiss to her shoulder. āYou sleep okay?āāYeah,ā Maya said softly. She turned in his arms so they were facing each other. āBetter than I have in months. You?āāBest sleep Iāve had in years.ā He brushed hair from her face, his calloused thumb gentle on her cheek. āNo regrets about last night?āāNone.ā She traced one of the tattoos on his chest. āBut I ke
Chapter 2 Jax kissed Maya like heād been starving for her for days. His mouth was rough and hungry, one big hand cupping the back of her head while the other gripped her waist, pulling her tight against his wet body. Maya kissed him back just as hard, her fingers twisting in his soaked t-shirt. The rain pounded the roof and thunder shook the windows, but the only thing she could focus on was him.āFuck, Maya,ā he muttered against her lips, voice low and rough. āYou have no idea how bad Iāve wanted this.āHe lifted her onto the kitchen counter without breaking the kiss. Her legs wrapped around his waist as he stepped between them. His hands slid under her tank top, rough palms gliding over her skin. Maya shivered and tugged at his shirt. Jax yanked it off and tossed it aside.He kissed down her neck, sucking and biting gently. āEvery damn night Iāve seen you out there⦠Iāve thought about touching you like this.āMaya arched into him. āThen stop thinking and do it.āJax growled and pul
š¦Chapter One š¦Maya pulled her old car into the driveway of the small rental house and let out a long breath. The divorce papers had been signed for two months, but it still felt fresh. She needed this; a quiet neighborhood, a fresh start, and some distance from her old life. The house was nothing fancy, but it had a nice porch and a little garden out back. Perfect for healing.She spent the first day unpacking boxes and trying to make the place feel like home. By late afternoon she was sweaty and tired, wearing an old tank top and shorts. Thatās when she heard the loud rumble of a truck next door.A big black pickup rolled into the driveway right beside hers. The man who got out was impossible to ignore. Tall, broad shoulders, dark hair cut short, and arms covered in muscle and tattoos. Grease stains on his jeans and t-shirt. He looked like the kind of man who fixed things with his hands.He glanced over and gave her a small nod. āYou must be Maya. Iām Jax; owner of the place.āHis
š„¶Chapter 3 š„¶Rowan kept moving behind her, slow and deep, his chest pressed tight to Sophia's back. One strong arm hooked under her leg, holding it up so he could slide in even further. Every thrust made her gaspāthe thick drag of his cock filling her completely, the wet slap of their bodies, the
š„¶Chapter Twoš„¶The second Rowan's fingers brushed her jaw, everything broke loose. He pulled Sophia in hard, kissing her like a man who'd been starving for it. No soft start, just hungry mouths crashing together, his tongue sliding against hers, tasting of coffee and that sharp edge of frustration
š„¶Blizzard's Embraceš„¶Chapter OneThe wind screamed like something alive and furious, shoving Sophia hard enough to nearly knock her off the narrow porch. Snow stung her face, biting through the wool scarf she'd wrapped around her head like a pathetic shield. Her fingers, numb inside wet gloves, h
šChapter 3 šVesperian kept thrusting into Liora from behind, his cock was buried deep inside her. She was still shaking from her first orgasm, her face pressed into the black silk sheets. Every deep stroke made her moan softly. Her body was sore, but the pleasure was stronger than the pain now.







