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I moaned, unable to stop it. “Look at you,” he said, his voice was low. “All shy and trembling. But you’re not a nun yet.” He leaned closer, his breath was warm on my cheek. “Let’s make sure you never want to be.” Then his voice dropped into a growl. “You’re my filthy little angel tonight. So go ahead… confess your sins to Daddy.” --- TO BE CONTINUED… --- Author's Note: Hey everyone, thanks for checking out my story! I've been so excited to share Mirabel's journey with you all. I've always been fascinated by stories about forbidden love and impossible choices, and this one has been a blast to write.

CHAPTER 296: THE FIRE & THE ROSE [LUCIEN AND SLOANE] EPILOGUE FOUR SLOANE’S POINT OF VIEW The meadow behind the Ravenscroft estate was a sea of emerald, red roses, and wildflowers, a stark contrast to the cold, marble hallways where Lucien and I first began our war….the place it all began.

Still, everything he was saying unnerved and excited every fiber of my being in the same instant. I knew it was foolish. I also knew I couldn’t possibly take another round, yet here I was, winding my body with his, begging without words for him to keep going. Until this moment, I’d chalked up the romance novels I read to fantasy. Ludicrous notions of perfection that no one could achieve outside their dreams. There’s always something. A cough, a fart, even hair in the worst possible place—something jarring the all-consuming sensations back to realism. But this? This wasn’t that. He wasn’t that.

He started kissing me softly, and I was so lost in the kiss that I didn't even notice when his hands slipped under my hospital gown. He ran his finger over my center, causing me to gasp, giving him access as he deepened the kiss and pulled me closer. He kissed me and rubbed his fingers over my center, but he never let his fingers slip in. He just rubbed them over my center while kissing me, I moved my hands to his hair, tugging hard, and a growl left his lips as he slipped a finger into me, moving until I got my release.

I said and Kingston released a sad smile before pulling me into a hug We disengaged from the hug staring at each other when Kingston suddenly kissed me.His kiss was filled with passion . The kiss was long as we found it hard to break the kiss.Kingston lifted me up taking me to our room .He zipped my gown down.He laid me on the bed gently and he trailed kisses to my neck .I'm sure I will be left with hickeys.He removed my bra as he moved his lips to my breast and I moaned loudly "Kingston...Ahh...K-b"

If I could meet him again, I will gladly let him rocked his hips against mine. It wasn't my first wild night, frankly, it was one of the many nights I spent going to the club. But it was the first time ever I had sex with a stranger in a club's restroom. I definitely would feel ashamed if I ever get to meet him again, but I wouldn't be ashamed if I get to meet him at the club again. But anywhere else would be a complete disaster, he wouldn't know I was totally heartbroken that night. I don't regret the sex, if I have another chance I would do it over a million more times.

continued Arianna but Weston interrupted her. "Hang on, hang on. I've got the idea. I'll wait for her to respond," he said with a laugh. Arianna stayed for a few more minutes and then left since she had to feed her little one. Weston went up to his room to read the book. It seemed that the female protagonist called Annabella Darlington was twelve when she met the male protagonist Colton Fray who was eighteen. The story started the same way as theirs. Colton's twin brother Grayson seemed like a carbon copy of Hudson. Everything proceeded the same way as their love story did. On Annabella's sixteenth birthday the fight between Colton and Jordan was similar to that between him and Gordon. Colt

We were sworn enemies, different wolf breeds that loathed the other ever since the war, how then could we be mates? Alpha Liam, my mate? Impossible. Despite the lingering feeling of foreboding and danger, I felt like running into his arms. My body was acting completely opposite manner. His heavy scent continued to linger in the air as he appraoched. He suddenly took off and began to run towards me, his face filled with rage and unwavering disgust. I bent down immediately, wrapping my trembling hands around my legs, listlessly resigning to my sad fate. Perhaps this is how I had been destined to die.

James sat in his grandmother's cozy living room, listening intently as she read him the stories of Eli, the vampire who had faced insurmountable odds and emerged victorious through sheer determination and the power of love. James had always loved hearing these stories, but today they held a special meaning for him.

The city now felt like a predatory beast, its shadows harboring unseen dangers, a place she was no longer sure she could brave. Meanwhile, back in the city, the truth, long buried under layers of deceit, finally began to surface. Wendy, her conscience a relentless tormentor, sought out Dante. The meeting was fraught with tension, a palpable current of unspoken accusations and simmering anger. With trembling hands, Wendy laid bare the intricate web of Lizbeth's manipulations, confessing her own unwitting role in the party's sinister turn. Her voice, though shaky, held a newfound conviction as she admitted, "Even though I'm still in love with you, Dante, I would never do anything to hurt you j