"I have seen many forms of tricks over the years. You will not fool me.""I was never trying to fool you, Tristan Slade!" "I don't understand how you're my mate." His rough voice sounded through, harsher, as he let me freed of his grasp.The sudden loss of the sparks and his touches left me in a state of loneliness and a chilling coldness, like I had been surrounded or being pushed down by a fog of darkness. A fog embraced me into its coldest depths, keeping me locked in place, away from the sensations he had brought... making me wonder if I should accept this coldness that was suddenly surrounding me.It hurt, something hurt as I felt the fog push me down, something that prevented me from reaching forward; reaching towards the man before.. the man who had appeared in my dreams.I pushed myself against the cold, allowing the fog's coldness to embrace me further, "We are forbidden.." My lips had spoken the words, but my voice sounded foreign i

I almost shook my head as my urges became too strong to fight, or to control, perhaps that’s why my hands seemed to have a mind of their own. They grabbed a hold of his collars and pulled him down to my level again, immediately crashing my lips with his.I waited to feel the shock at my sudden movements, but I didn’t feel any bit of that emotion or anything alike from my actions.. All I felt was relief.. Pure relief of being able to breathe again after drowning for so long. There was no war of emotions in my chest as my lips moved against his. It made my senses go numb, making me unable to think how wrong this was. I wanted answers, yet here I was, kissing the life out of this man like he was the air my lungs deeply craved for. Once again leaving them quick and unfinished as his lips practically brutalised mine.. a kiss, a bite.. everything a rush, as the simple gesture spoke with such need. Faster, deeper and hungrier has my hands moved up

I sighed, running a hand over my face, and just as I opened my mouth to speak, the doors slammed open, with a man out of breath and rushing over to Tristan. The sudden commotion had Cynthia whimpering in fear and I watched as Alec pulled her into his arms, trying to comfort the frightened little girl.But even as he tried the whimpers couldn’t be stopped.“Give her to me,” Viviane said gently, softly pulling her child close to her chest. My heart wrenched at the sight. Only slight whimpers had feel from Cynthia’s lips, but Viviane was beside her in seconds, hugging and comforting her with sweet words and soft promises. I gulped, hearing the cry of a little girl at the busy market place in the back of my mind.“What is it?” Tristan grunted. His eyes slowly leaving the now quietened Cynthia, his gaze lingered on me for a second, before turning to the panting man in front of him.“My prince, she won&rsqu