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Chapter 41: Every Part of You Belongs Only to Me II The first pale light of morning crept through the blinds, slanting across the room in thin golden lines. It should have been gentle, peaceful — but Elara didn’t notice. Her eyes were fixed on Aria, curled against her, body fluttering, eyelashes trembling in the hazy, sleepy light. Every ripple, every small breath, every fragile sigh was a claim, a thread that wove Aria tighter into her possession. Her fingers traced lightly along Aria’s side, feathering over her curves, teasing just enough to make her pulse hitch. Even in sleep, she seemed aware, a subtle arch, a soft gasp, a shudder under her touch. Elara’s lips brushed along her jawline, a whisper at her ear: “All of you… every sound… every movement… claimed by me.” Aria stirred, lips parting, a soft, drowsy moan escaping as if waking to a warmth she couldn’t resist. “Elara… my sister Rara…” Her voice trembled, broken, fragile, pulling Elara closer. “Shh… don’t move. Not yet,”

Chapter 43: Every Inch of You Belongs Only to Me II Aria obeyed, tongue swirling in long, slow strokes, then flicking sharply at Elara’s jewel, again and again, until Elara’s hips lifted involuntarily. The moans spilling from her mouth were low and rough, vibrating with restraint. But Elara never stopped moving either. While Aria worshipped between her thighs, Elara leaned down, tongue finding Aria’s depths still - overstimulated little rosebud, teasing with maddening precision. The moment it touched, Aria cried out into her heat, her entire body jolting, hips jerking forward helplessly. The position melted them together — bodies stacked, mouths full of each other’s pleasure, hands clutching and squeezing for balance. Aria moaned into Elara, her cries vibrating directly against her folds. Elara groaned in return, sucking harder at Aria’s pearl, tongue circling, pressing, relentless. It was messy. Wet. Slick. Dripping ambrosia. Their mouths worked feverishly, devouring one another l

Chapter 45: She Surprised Me, I Undressed Her, Then Left Elara smoked more when she missed her. She wasn’t even a smoker, not really. Not until the space between their texts grew wider and Elara’s world got noisier. It started with one cigarette outside a rehearsal studio at 1 a.m., her hands shaking as the lighter flicked uselessly in the wind. She was cold, exhausted, and wired on caffeine and silence. Aria hadn’t replied to her last message. Again. She told herself it was fine. Just a delayed reply. Just one day. The cigarette burned slowly between her fingers, the taste sharp and artificial on her tongue. She hated the way it made her chest feel tight. But she liked the sting. It made her feel something. By spring, she kept a pack in her purse. Her assistant didn’t even blink anymore when she stepped out between takes to lean against the wall and light up. A star in stress. Nothing new. “It’s for a role,” she lied. Everyone did it. The truth was more complicated. She missed

Chapter 47: She Was Always Meant To Be Mine Elara’s hands fidgeted as she slipped past the last checkpoint. The city’s security had tightened considerably, but nothing could stop her — not forged passes, not whispered favors, not even her own reputation. Lilith had granted her a pass using the Rosavelle legacies, claiming the surplus in Natasha’s vault was technically waste and now theirs for the taking. Supplies ranged from food and necessities to advanced arms and hunting gear, and moving it would take time — trucks, manpower, careful planning. But Elara didn’t fully trust Lilith. She didn’t know what favor she might demand in return, or how much leverage Lilith thought she had over her. The thought alone tightened her chest. Lilith’s words were smooth, casual, almost friendly, but Elara knew better. Lilith always had an angle. She tugged her hood tighter, oversized sunglasses hiding her face, but she didn’t need them to deceive anyone. If someone recognized her, she could spin a

Chapter 49: Racing Through Shadows to Find My Little Bunny Elara parked her car a block away from Aria’s apartment and just sat there for a long moment, taking a slow, controlled breath. The city was quiet, too quiet, and the sunlight that streaked through the high - rise windows reflected off cracked glass and abandoned vehicles. She had come here one last time to check if Aria was still inside, one last chance to see her, one last chance to feel that reassurance that she was okay. The front door was unlocked. Not surprising. Aria had always left it that way for trusted friends — or maybe she hadn’t thought to lock it at all. Elara’s stomach twisted as she stepped in, scanning the apartment. It was quiet. Empty. Not a trace of Aria moving around, no book open on the table, no hoodie tossed carelessly over a chair, no scent of shampoo lingering in the air. Elara exhaled slowly, suppressing the tight knot of longing in her chest. Aria wasn’t here. She hadn’t been here for hours, m