LOGINAllene I sat while Draven carefully washed my hair, the entire situation filled me with emotions that I could not even begin to explain properly.Warm water slowly ran down my scalp while his fingers gently massaged through my hair without rushing a single movement.This was the same man who had once been involved in the deaths of my parents.This was the same man whose name had once filled me with hatred and anger.Yet this same man was now kneeling behind me, carefully washing my hair as though I was the most precious thing in the entire world.The contradiction so...I stared ahead while my thoughts continued to spiral. I did not know how to process the fact that this same man had become the safest place I had known in years.Perhaps that was why my feelings had become so complicated lately.Nothing about my life made sense anymore. The warmth of the water slowly faded when he finished, and he immediately wrapped me inside a thick cloth.Before I could even protest, he lifted me i
Allene Draven's tongue suddenly slid against mine, hot and hungry, and I was already drowning in him. His hands were everywhere—lifting, gripping, pulling me into the heat of his chest."You're so fucking beautiful," he rasped against my lips, and I felt the words vibrate through his throat.I didn't answer. I just grabbed the back of his head and kissed him harder, biting his lower lip until he groaned into my mouth. That sound low and feral sent a pulse straight to my cunt. I felt myself getting wet again, soaking through my panties.My breasts were bare, nipples tight from the air, and he took one into his mouth immediately. His tongue circled the peak, then flicked, then sucked hard."Fuck, Draven…" I arched into him, my fingers tangling in his dark hair.I removed the piece of clothing that he wore earlier back and his cock sprang free, thick and already glistening at the tip. I didn't wait. I took him in my mouth, swirling my tongue around the head, tasting the salt of him. His
AlleneHis hands found my hips, and I began to ride him once more, slow and deep, his eyes locked on mine. He suddenly rolled me onto my back, pulling out, and I felt the loss of him like a physical ache. Before I could protest, he was sliding down my body, his mouth trailing hot kisses along my stomach, down to my hip, his tongue dipping into my navel."What are you doing?" I breathed, though I already knew.His answer came in the form of his hands spreading my thighs wide, his fingers digging into the soft flesh, and then his mouth was on me.He didn't start slow. He dove in, his tongue flat against my clit, licking from bottom to top, and I gasped, my hips bucking. He groaned against me, the vibration sending shockwaves through my core. His tongue circled, flicked, pressed, his pace deliberate and hungry. He was tasting me, devouring me, and I could feel his breath hot against my wetness."Fuck, you taste so good," he growled, his voice muffled against my flesh. He pulled back ju
AlleneHis composure cracked. His hips began to thrust up to meet my descent, but I slowed further, denying him the quick release. He growled, his fingers digging into my hips."Tease," he accused."Takes one to know one."I leaned forward, letting my hair fall around us, and kissed him. Deep, languid, our tongues tangling, the taste of him still on my lips. The pace increased naturally, my hips moving faster, the angle shifting so that each time I came down, his cock pressed against that sensitive spot.But I didn't let go. I teetered on the edge, my body trembling, my breath coming in sharp gasps."Allene," he said, his voice broken. "I can't—I'm going to—""Come with me."I tightened around him, riding him harder, faster, the pleasure building until I was a live wire, until the world narrowed to the feeling of him inside me, his hands on me, his eyes on me.I shattered.This time it was different—deeper, longer, a wave that crashed through me and kept crashing. I cried out his name
AlleneHe leaned down, pressing a kiss to my collarbone. Then another, lower. His lips trailed down my sternum, over my ribs, pausing to suck gently at the curve of my waist. I arched into him, my fingers threading through his damp hair.He took his time. Every inch of my skin received attention—kisses, nips, the flat of his tongue painting lazy patterns. He avoided my center deliberately. Each time I shifted my hips, trying to guide him where I needed him most, he slowed down, pressed a kiss to my thigh, my hip, my stomach, and moved on."Please," I breathed."Not yet."His hands roamed, possessive and firm, gripping my thighs, spreading them apart. He settled between them, but instead of entering me, he lowered his head. His breath ghosted over my wetness and I gasped.His tongue touched me. A single stroke from my entrance to my clit, feather-soft. Then he pulled back."Draven...""Shh." He did it again. Slower this time, tracing the outline of my folds, circling my clit with the
He slowly opened up to me about something that I had never heard him talk about before.His expression became distant as though he was being pulled back into painful memories that he had tried to bury for many years.He lowered his eyes and released a deep breath before finally speaking.“My mother died while she was pregnant with a little girl who would have been much older by now.”His voice sounded unusually soft and heavy at the same time.“I never got the chance to meet my younger sister because both of them died before she could even be born.”I immediately felt my anger begin to disappear.He remained silent for a moment before continuing.“Ever since then, I feel this unbearable tightness in my chest whenever I see you stressed. I cannot explain it properly because it happens without warning. The moment I see you looking tired or uncomfortable, my mind immediately begins imagining terrible things.”His eyes briefly dropped toward my stomach.“I cannot stop thinking about losin
AlleneI was dragged down stone steps, deeper and deeper, until the temperature grew damp and cold, heavy with the stench of mold, and rust. Torches flickered weakly along the walls, their light barely touching the darkness that seemed to swallow everything whole.When we finally got to the dungeon
Draven Do you want the same ending as last time? The words still rang in my head long after the guard had delivered them with that smug tone, as if he’d been waiting his whole miserable life to say it to me.I remember clenching my jaw, forcing myself to calm down. I didn’t want a war. Not when I
AlleneThe maid walked inside with clear irritation showing on her face. “This is for you,” the servant said while setting the tray of food down, her voice thin. There was an obvious stiffness to her tone, and it made me scoff.The sound came out dry, and almost painful. I turned my face away, sta
AlleneLeonard simply rolled his eyes, like the whole thing bored him. “Jessica,” he said flatly, stepping away from me, “don’t start.”Not only did she not listen, she also decided to pour her anger on me, since Leonard refused to give her audience. All that shock on her face twisted into pure ma







