LOGINDahlia woke slowly, like her body didn’t quite want to return to the world yet.For a few quiet seconds, she stayed where she was, half-buried in the sheets, her cheek pressed into Aidan’s pillow. It still smelled like him. That same warm, grounding scent that always made something inside her loosen without permission.Then she heard the soft click of keys.Her eyes opened slowly. Aidan sat in the corner of the room, one leg crossed over the other, his laptop balanced on his thigh. The screen cast a pale glow across his face, sharpening the lines of his jaw, the slight furrow between his brows. He looked focused, but not calm. There was something tight in the way his shoulders held, something restless in the way his fingers moved.He hadn’t been sleeping.Of course he hadn’t.She shifted slightly, the sheets rustling beneath her.His head lifted immediately.Their eyes met across the room.And just like that, the tension in him eased. Not completely, never completely, but enough that
Aidan had her pressed against the window before she could even catch her breath.The glass was cool against her back, a sharp contrast to the heat building between them. His mouth found hers with a kind of urgency that felt like it had been waiting all night, all day, maybe longer than that. Dahlia’s fingers curled into his shirt, pulling him closer as if there was still distance left to close.There wasn’t.Not really.But it didn’t stop her from trying.His hands slid to her waist, firm, grounding, and then lower, lifting her without effort. She gasped softly as her legs wrapped around him, instinctive, natural, like her body had already learned him in ways her mind was still trying to catch up with.“Aidan—”He swallowed the rest of her words with another kiss.Hungry.Not rushed, not careless, but deep enough to make her forget where they were. The party below, the noise, the questions waiting for them… all of it faded into something distant and unimportant.Right now, it was just
AIDANI can barely keep my eyes off her… My palms are sweaty as I watch her in this immaculate red dress. She's stunning. “You're so beautiful.” I confess She turns away from the window slowly and she gives me a breath taking smile. Then she looks away, the colour red painting her skin finely. “You say dangerous things so casually.”“I'm not being casual.” my cock is straining hard against my pants… My mind is murky with the thought of her, nothing about this is casual. My fingers itch to touch her skin, she's mine. And mine alone. I brush a strand of hair from her cheek. “I want to spend the rest of my life with you, Dahlia.” She looks up, a mixture of shock and excitement fills her eyes and I kiss her. My hand wraps around her waist and I pull her closer to me. We kiss each other with an intensity that could burn the ocean dry. She parts her legs slightly and I lift her dress to expose her legs. My finger brushed the inside of her thigh, pulling a small shiver from her. M
They did not find her mother downstairs.At first, Dahlia thought maybe she had missed her in the crowd.The ballroom was thick with bodies, laughter, perfume and expensive lies. Women glittered in gowns that caught every light in the room and men stood in circles pretending not to size each other up. Servants moved quietly through the chaos with silver trays balanced on their palms. Music drifted through the halls like something rehearsed a thousand times.And yet, no matter how many times Dahlia searched the room, no matter how many faces she turned toward, her mother was nowhere.They checked the terrace.They checked the gardens.They checked the smoking lounge where some of the older guests gathered to gossip about everyone but themselves.Nothing.Aidan said very little as they searched. His hand remained clasped around hers the entire time, warm and certain, as if he knew that if he let go, the entire night would start to tilt.“Maybe she left,” Dahlia said eventually, though t
They watched as the phone rang again.And again.The sound cut through the room like something violent, too ordinary for what it interrupted.Dahlia froze against the mattress, breath still caught somewhere between her throat and Aidan’s mouth. The heat between them didn’t disappear immediately, it lingered in the air like a mistake that hadn’t decided what it wanted to become yet.Aidan didn’t move at first.His forehead rested against hers, eyes still half-lidded, like he was refusing the world on principle.Then the phone rang again.Longer this time.Persistent.Dahlia swallowed, her fingers still tangled loosely in his shirt as if she had forgotten how to let go.“Aidan,” she whispered.He exhaled through his nose, slow and irritated, and shifted slightly off her but not away from her. His hand stayed on her waist like an anchor, like if he let go she might vanish into whatever was calling them back.He reached for her phone without looking at the screen.Then stopped.His expres
The dock was already behind him by the time the sound of water stopped feeling like water.It had turned into something else.Something persistent.Something inside his bones.Sylas walked without direction at first, letting the yacht take care of distance while his body did the more difficult work of pretending it wasn’t unraveling. The air on deck was sharp, salted, clean in a way that should have grounded him.It didn’t.If anything, it made things worse.Because clean air left no place to hide what was happening.His jaw tightened as he leaned briefly against the railing, fingers curling around the metal until it bit into his skin. He should have been past this stage. He should have been stable enough by now to ignore it, to compartmentalize it, to turn it into something else the way he always did.But his body didn’t care what he should have been.It only cared about what it wanted.And what it wanted had a name now.That was the problem.He exhaled slowly through his nose, as if
When Aidan said he had sent everyone home, I hadn’t realized that he meant every single soul in the entire building. The mansion was a graveyard that amplified every tiny sound, even the sound of my breaths.The sound of the butter in the pan bounces over the surface of the stainless steel furnishi
“Hmm, I wonder what those ideas are…” I whispered as I kissed the corner of his mouth.He angled his head, desperate for a kiss but I didn't give him my lips.I kissed an invisible trail down his chin and then his throat. His body hardened as I rocked my pussy against his groin.He wrapped his hand
“Ready for the big game?” Esmeralda asks as she pours coffee beans into the grinder.“I don’t think I’m going,”“You’re not going?” Luke asks, as he grabs the box and places it in his courier bag.“No, I don’t…” My phone vibrates on the counter. I grab it and stare at the screen.“Wait, I just got
I leaned up to stand on my tiptoes and moaned into his mouth.That was all he needed.He leaned in, grabbed me up and carried me into the bedroom. All the while, he never pulled out of the kiss.The soft mattress sank beneath my back as he placed me down, and he was on me again. His tongue was digg







