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101. Oceans Between Us*
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The faint fragrance of the ocean was drifting through the open balcony doors, but Lexie was lost in the scent of her mate, weaving around her like a cocoon. Lexie lay sprawled across the bed, her body sore, her skin flushed against the cool silk sheets. It was a sweet pain to have, and she couldn't help but crave more of it. Paul hovered over her, brushing sweaty strands of hair from her face, his thumb tenderly tracing her swollen lips."You’re a mess, sweetheart…”He said, his voice full of fondness and affection.Lexie smiled lazily.“Mm…? Your fault."His chest shook with a laugh, and he bent to kiss her forehead. "Come on. Let’s get you cleaned up before you pass out on me."Before she could protest, Paul scooped her up again, making her squeal and cling to his neck. Her thighs tightened around his waist out if habit, brushing against his still semi-hard length and making him groan under his breath."Behave…” He warned her playfully, nipping at her jaw.Lexie giggled, burying
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Lexie woke slowly, like rising her consciousness was slowly rising through sweetness and warmth, like honey. Her body ached in places she hadn’t known could ache. Deep, pulsing soreness between her thighs, a delicious heaviness in her limbs—but it wasn’t unpleasant. It was a constant, thrumming reminder of Paul. A soft sigh slipped from her lips as she shifted beneath the covers, bare skin brushing lagainst the cool sheets. She was sensitive all over, to the point that even faintest movement had her core clenching weakly in memory.Then she realized there was a heavy, solid warmth wrapped around her.One of Paul’s arms was banded tightly around her waist, holding her flush against his chest, his legs tangled with hers possessively. His breath ghosted her ear in slow, steady puffs.Lexie smiled shyly into the pillow.Carefully, she turned in his embrace, moving just enough to see him.Paul was still asleep. His jaw was slack, his face peaceful, but as she brushed the back of her
Последнее обновление : 2025-04-28Scar : the rejected Luna 104. Christening the beach*
Lexie's POV:I couldn't believe it had already been three days.Three days locked away in our suite, with only each other, tangled between sheets and kisses, soft laughter and rough, hungry touches. We hadn't even seen the beach until today.Now, standing on the private shoreline, I finally took it in—the stunning stretch of sand, the ocean stretching endlessly under the late afternoon sun, its surface glittering like spilled diamonds.I sighed, letting the warm breeze kiss my skin, lifting strands of my loose hair. The salty air filled my lungs, the heat soaking into my bare torso where my bikini barely covered me, and for the first time in days, I felt almost... grounded.Almost.My moment shattered with a sharp gasp as something cold splattered across my stomach.I looked up, startled, and there he was.Paul stood over me, grinning like the devil himself, wet from head to toe. Droplets clung to his messy hair and ran down the hard lines of his body, each muscle taut under the sun.
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Paul’s POV:I didn’t know how long I had been awake, just lying there, staring at her.Lexie slept peacefully beside me, her body tangled in the thin sheets, one bare leg thrown carelessly over the bed. The soft morning light poured through the balcony windows, washing her in gold. She looked like a dream I was scared to wake up from.My chest ached with how much I loved her. It was too much sometimes… too deep to even put into words.Her silk camisole had slipped low in the night, barely clinging to her curves. One soft breast had spilled free, rising and falling with each slow breath. God, she was beautiful. Ethereal. Mine.A pang of hunger twisted in my gut… for everything she was, everything she gave me without even trying.I reached out, unable to help myself, brushing a strand of hair from her face. She sighed softly, nuzzling into my hand, and my heart fucking stuttered."My girl," I whispered, my voice rough with sleep and emotion. "My beautiful girl."I thought about e
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Lexie's POV:The first light of morning spilled in soft golden beams through the open balcony doors, casting a gentle shimmer across the satin sheets. A salty breeze drifted in from the ocean, tugging at the gauzy white curtains like it wanted to be part of the moment. Somewhere outside, waves kissed the sand in their rhythmic hush, always moving, always returning.I opened my eyes slowly, blinking against the soft warmth of the sunlight. For the first time since our wedding last week, I had managed to wake before Paul. It felt strange, because every morning since we had arrived at this beach-facing mansion—our honeymoon escape from the world, he was the one to rouse me with soft kisses and teasing fingers. But today? Today I wanted to be the one who set the tone.I turned onto my side and let my gaze linger on him.Even asleep, Paul was all sharp lines and quiet strength, his bronzed skin glowing gold in the early light. The sheet had slipped down his torso during the night, reveali
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Lexie’s POV:I dropped the rose; I didn't need it anymore. My eyes followed the outline of his cock, stirring under the silky fabric.I bit my lip, breath catching slightly as I grazed my lips over the swelling ridges, making him grow harder with each light, teasing stroke. A pleased, throaty sound escaped his chest, and I pressed my palm against him. His hips moved instinctively, his eyes falling close due to pleasure as his lips parted with the hint of a moan.I leaned in and brushed my mouth over his chest. “Still feeling sleepy, my love?”“No, but… damn.”He rasped, voice low and rough, “that’s one hell of a way to be woken.”Slipping lower under the sheets.“If you like it, I have some more ideas…”He looked down at me, and the moment our eyes locked, something shifted. Heat surged between us like a spark to dry leaves. He rested back with a groan, one arm behind his head, completely surrendering.I kissed along his abdomen, moving lower, letting my hair fall around him as I s
Последнее обновление : 2025-04-30Scar : the rejected Luna 109. Strawberries and Sin
Paul's POV:It was a Saturday afternoon, the kind that wrapped around your skin just right. The sun was warm on my shoulders, but the breeze kept her from sweating. The crisp air fluttered my skirt and teased my collarbone through the loose neckline of my t-shirt… well, Paul's t-shirt that I had declared as my own. Paul and I had wandered down to the market after breakfast, lazily strolling hand in hand past flower vendors, spice carts, and tables piled high with sun-ripened fruit. The market was buzzing with life; vendors calling out the sweetness of their fruit, kids tugging at their parents’ hands, and it lifted my mood even further. If this was how life was supposed to look like, I was finally starting to feel glad that I survived long enough to reach here. Bright red strawberries caught my eye, and I stopped at a wooden cart stacked high with plump, red berries, and my hand reached for one before I could stop myself. I pressed it between my fingers and it gave just slightly,
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Scar : the rejected Luna 114. Stay close!
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Scar : the rejected Luna 112. Wife*
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Scar : the rejected Luna 111. Dinner*
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Scar : the rejected Luna 109. Strawberries and Sin
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Scar : the rejected Luna 108. Edge of Ecstacy*
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