Semua Bab Triple Temptations: Mated To The Hot Triad Kings : Bab 21 - Bab 30

Blaze carries Astrid across the threshold into the bathroom. Gently lowering her to the floor, he reaches out to the elegant 22-inch rainfall shower head and with a deliberate twist, activates a cascade of refreshing water that mimics the sensation of a gentle rain, enveloping the space in a soothing and invigorating embrace.Her voice rings out, a mixture of incredulity and objection, "You're utterly something else, you know? But we don't necessarily have to shower together!"He chuckles, his voice dripping with lust and amusement, "And why not? It's not as if I haven't charted every curve of your form, explored every corner of your drenched pussy with both my nimble fingers and my throbbing cock. So tell me, why shouldn't we indulge in the act of bathing together?" His words are tenderly accompanied by a chin lift, his lips a breath away, the seductive cadence sending tremors of euphoria through her very core."Such a pervert," she murmurs, with newfound exhilaration dancing in her v

In a sultry whisper, Blaze finally speaks, his words laced with a sensual reverence, "Have I ever taken the time to express just how exquisitely beautiful you truly are?"Upon his words, a gentle flush of crimson began its clandestine ascent up Astrid's cheeks, as if an artist's brush delicately painted them with the hue of abashment. Her eyes, bashful now, sought refuge in the ground beneath, while a subtle nibble on her lower lip hinted at a shyness that had, until that moment, remained veiled.Blaze was utterly entranced by the sudden, enigmatic bashfulness that had enveloped her like a veil. It stood in stark contrast to the unabashed lack of inhibition she had exhibited when he was deep within her innermost haven. With a gesture as graceful as the swaying of a willow in a gentle breeze, he bridges the gap between them.Their lips meet, tenderly at first, like a fragile butterfly alighting upon a blooming blossom. A gentle tremor surges through them, casting a warm embrace across t

The ancient trees, towering sentinels of nature's majesty, stood as silent witnesses to the profound feelings that had blossomed between Blaze and Astrid. The dappling moonlight filtered through the leaves, casting a soft, ethereal glow on the mossy ground beneath them.In this enchanted forest, Blaze and Astrid found themselves irresistibly drawn together, as if by an unseen force. They paused, their breaths intertwining with the scent of pine and earth. Blaze's hands tenderly cradle Astrid's face, their eyes locked in a wordless exchange.Their lips met in a tender kiss, a communion of souls amidst the wilderness. It was a kiss filled with the whispers of rustling leaves and the distant song of a nightingale—a kiss that carried the weight of their deep, abiding feelings. Through this intimate connection, they discovered a kind of magic that the forest held, one that bound their hearts together as enduringly as the roots of the ancient trees surrounding them.Time seemed to stand stil

On the left-hand page of this enchanting tome, Astrid's eyes fell upon the captivating portrait of none other than the enigmatic Vampire King, Dexter Aquilo Gunner. His allure was beyond compare, akin to a masterpiece that had been granted the very breath of life. Dexter's vampiric features added a tantalizing edge to his persona; his porcelain skin appeared to shimmer and gleam under the gentle caress of the moon's ethereal glow. His sleek, snowy-white hair, meticulously arranged into a fashionable fringe, cascaded gracefully, partially veiling his inscrutable brow. It was as though the moonlight itself had conspired to frame him in an aura of mystique.His eyes, a deep and mesmerizing shade of crimson, possessed an uncanny ability to pierce through the veils of darkness and delve into the deepest recesses of her soul. With a sly, knowing grin playing on his lips, he ignites a wildfire in Astrid's heart, setting her very core ablaze with desire. The sight of his sharp fangs hinted at

~~7 HOURS AGO~~As the first rays of morning sunlight gently filtered through the diaphanous curtains in Blaze's bedroom, they bestowed upon the room a tender, golden embrace, suffusing it with a soft, inviting warmth. In the tranquil cocoon of his slumber, Blaze stirs, gradually succumbing to the inexorable pull of consciousness, which, like a patient siren, tugged him away from the realms of dreams and into wakefulness.With a languorous stretch of his arms and legs, Blaze welcomes the dawning day with a contented smile that began at the corners of his lips and radiates outward, much like the sun's gentle glow. In that fleeting moment of transition from dreamscape to reality, his thoughts found themselves inexorably drawn to the one person who had been occupying his mind ceaselessly: Astrid.Ever since that unforgettable night they had shared, Astrid had become a vivid, indelible presence within the tapestry of his thoughts. Her infectious laughter, the tantalizing memory of her sil