All Chapters of Devoured by His Love: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Rafael's POV The first night, I claimed her and discovered that she was a virgin, I felt strange. I didn’t feel like I was in love with her. And above all, my flirting with her had only been part of a bet I made with my friends. But shit, she was incredible in bed, completely different from the women I’d been with before. And what made it even more confusing was how different she was from her usual, prickly personality. I couldn’t stop thinking about her every night. Sometimes, I even found myself fantasizing about having her beside me, replaying every moment we had shared together in my mind. The second time I claimed her, I could hardly bring myself to let her go all night. And she actually matched my intensity, refusing to back down even for a moment. That was why I couldn’t stop myself from becoming addicted to her, especially whenever I remembered the way her eyes would flutter shut in the heat of the moment. And maybe that made me selfish, but I made a promise to myself

By the time I walked downstairs, I had no idea that everything was about to change. I had barely reached the bottom of the stairs when one of the household staff approached me. “Sir, pinasasabi po ng Daddy ninyo na pumunta raw po kayo sa study room niya pagkagising ninyo.” I frowned. “Bakit daw?” “May pag-uusapan daw po kayong importante, Sir.” I stared at him for a moment. Something important? This, early in the morning? The way he said it immediately made my instincts kick in. My father wasn't the type to call me into his study unless there was something serious that needed to be discussed. “Okay,” I finally said. “Pupunta ako.” The staff nodded before leaving. I remained where I was for a moment, wondering what could possibly be so important that my father needed to speak to me first thing in the morning. My mind immediately ran through everything I'd done recently. Nothing came to mind. At least, nothing that I wanted him to know about. I took a deep

Because of that, a sudden warmth spread through my body. I tightened my hold around her waist, drawing her a little closer as our kiss deepened. For a moment, everything else seemed to disappear, leaving only the warmth between us and the way she responded to me without hesitation. The heat inside me became almost overwhelming. My hands tightened around her waist as I pulled her closer, my breathing turning shaky and uneven. I pressed closer to her, desperate for the warmth of her body, while my heart pounded wildly against my chest. Before long, our hands found their way to each other, each touch lingering a little longer than the last. I slowly eased her out of her clothes, our lips never parting as we continued kissing. The tension between us grew with every piece of clothing that slipped A few moments later, the only clothes left on our bodies were my briefs and her panties. For a moment, neither of us moved. We simply stood there, close enough to feel each other’s

I stood there in silence, staring at my father. His words kept echoing inside my head. Your car. Your allowance. Your condo. And the position I promised you after you graduate. Everything I'd taken for granted suddenly felt like it could disappear overnight. I looked down at my hand. Annika's fingers were still intertwined with mine. For a moment, I held on. I wanted to believe that I could walk away from everything my father had given me. That I could start over. That love would be enough. But the more I thought about it, the more afraid I became. What if I couldn't make it? What if I lost my future? What if I couldn't give Annika the life she deserved? My father remained silent, waiting for my answer. Then I looked at Annika. She was watching me with hopeful eyes, trusting that I would keep the promise I'd just made. My chest tightened. I knew what I wanted. But I also knew what I stood to lose. The security. The comfort. The future my father had already planned

Annika’s POV For the first time in my life, I was tired of being the girl who followed every rule. I was tired of being careful, worrying about others’ opinions, and fearing that my choices would disappoint them, my mother, or make people look at me differently. But most of all, I was tired of waiting for someone who had already chosen to let me go. Even thinking his name still hurt. I hated that I still cared about him, even after convincing myself I was done, because a part of me was still secretly waiting for him. I was still secretly hoping he would call, message me, and realize that not choosing me was a mistake. But days passed. So maybe it was time for me to stop waiting. Whenever my friends invited me to a party, I used to find an excuse. I was tired. I had something to do. My mother wouldn't let me. I didn't feel like going. But this time, when they invited me, I didn't hesitate. "Are you coming with us tonight?" "Yes." They stared at me. "S