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Ephemeral Reflections
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2025-08-08 12:00:58As I ran my fingers along the luxurious attire, I couldn't help but feel like a stranger in my own skin. The fabrics were soft against my touch, the designs elegant and sophisticated. It was a stark contrast to the life I had known before, a life of simplicity and anonymity. I gazed at my reflection in the mirror. I sat on the floor bags from expensive brands and amazing clothes sat around me. Though my hair was a mess and the large shirt that I was drowning in was wrinkled, the image staring back at me was both foreign and alluring. My lips were swollen from my previous events and my skin was flushed as well. Red marks littered the skin of my neck, shoulder and breasts thanks to Abaddon’s hunger for my flesh.
Abaddon...
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“If you ever feel the urge to bite this lip again, tell me. I’ll bite it as hard as you’d like. Understand me?”His fingers grazed my arm, the touch igniting a trail of warmth along my skin. His words lingered in the air, a mix of amusement and challenge. As much as I wanted to surrender to his magnetic pull, a determined part of me held strong. I pulled away, my heart racing as I tried to assert my independence, even in the face of his undeniable charm.He responded with a playful grin, his eyes dancing with a mixture of appreciation and desire. It was a dance we had done countless times before – a dance of words, glances, and unspoken promises. And as he leaned in, his lips dangerously close to
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I waited in the lobby as Don settled the arrangements for our departure from the hotel. He had playfully suggested that I stay with him for a few more nights, but I stood my ground, insisting that it was time to return to my own space. There was a practical reason behind my decision – if we struggled to keep our hands off each other even for a single night, how could we possibly manage multiple nights? I refused to be the instigator every time we found ourselves locked in a passionate embrace."Don't look so beautiful then," he countered with a grin, his fingers lightly brushing against my arm. "It's your fault for having lips that are practically begging to be kissed."Of course, he added with a playful chuckle, this innocent kissing often led to something far more heated. He had a way of tur
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As I ran my fingers along the luxurious attire, I couldn't help but feel like a stranger in my own skin. The fabrics were soft against my touch, the designs elegant and sophisticated. It was a stark contrast to the life I had known before, a life of simplicity and anonymity. I gazed at my reflection in the mirror. I sat on the floor bags from expensive brands and amazing clothes sat around me. Though my hair was a mess and the large shirt that I was drowning in was wrinkled, the image staring back at me was both foreign and alluring. My lips were swollen from my previous events and my skin was flushed as well. Red marks littered the skin of my neck, shoulder and breasts thanks to Abaddon’s hunger for my flesh.Abaddon...
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After a leisurely breakfast, another knock echoed through the hotel room, its gentleness contrasting the first, intrusive one. Abaddon and I exchanged a glance, the tension in the air less pronounced this time. He swung open the door to reveal one of his familiar guards, a face I recognized from before. I offered a warm smile and a slight wave, and he returned the gesture with a respectful nod before handing a series of bags to Abaddon. Their hushed conversation was barely audible as the guard left the room.Curiosity got the best of me. "What's all that?" I inquired.Abaddon's lips curled into a faint smile as he turned his attention back to me. "Seeing as you don't have much to wear, I had some things brought over for you."
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With his arms enveloping me in a protective embrace, a reassuring calm washed over me. I nestled my cheek against his solid chest, feeling the tension in my muscles gradually melt away. His embrace radiated warmth, a contrast to the whirlwind of emotions that had gripped me just moments before. Soft kisses rained down on the top of my head, further soothing my rattled nerves. His large, warm hands pressed against my back, drawing me close to him in an embrace that promised safety and security.It was a sensation I had never known before, the comfort of his presence seeping into every fiber of my being. A sigh escaped my lips, carried away on the rhythmic cadence of his heartbeat. The warmth of his colossal form enveloped me, cocooning me in his protective shield.As if responding to my unspoken thou
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“D-Don...” My voice trembled as I spoke his name, my hands still raised as if to shield myself from the weapon that had been aimed at me just moments ago. My feet shuffled cautiously backward, my gaze never leaving his face. His expression shifted from initial shock to recognition, and I saw his brows furrow as if he were trying to process what had just happened. The gun remained steady in his grip, its presence a stark reminder of the danger I had just narrowly escaped.For an agonizingly long moment, he remained rooted in place, and it was as if the world had frozen around us. Then, as though a veil had been lifted from his eyes, a flicker of realization crossed his features. His gaze dropped to the gun in his hand, and his face contorted in a mixture of shock and regret.Without warni
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