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didn't slow down, as he drove her higher and higher until she was on the brink of ecstasy. Just when she thought she couldn't take anymore. Alexander shifted, moving back up her body until he was hovering over her. Their eyes met, and in that moment, all the tension, all the anger, all the doubts vanished. There was only them, only this moment. "I love you." Alexander whispered, his voice thick with emotion as he positioned himself at her entrance. "I love you too" Amelia replied, her voice trembling with anticipation. With one swift motion, Alexander entered her, and they both gasped at the sensation. Their bodies moved together in perfect harmony, each thrust bringing them closer to the ed

I smiled looking at his lips as I stood on my tip toes, pressing mine against his before pulling away, "I love you too Jason, forever.”

Her hands held onto the thin fabric of the t-shirt he was wearing under his leather jacket. “Wait!” She yells as a grumpy, animated look takes over her face. “I don't miss you! I hate you! Even if you smell good, I still hate you.” She pushes off of his chest and pokes a finger at him. “Hate you.” She pokes her finger into his chest as she speaks. Within seconds of telling Kol she hated him she turns on her heels and loses balance, falling to the floor and landing flat on her ass in the middle of the crowd of people.

Daisy on the other hand was determined not to see his plans excel, she was strategizing in her head and looking for ways to overcome this problem. Back at home, their parents were both worried about them, they kept calling and calling but their numbers were unavailable, they contacted the police and immediately they went in search of them. They drove to an isolated area, it seemed like a warehouse of some sort, Daniel brought out his gun, coming down ushered them to do the same, in fear they followed instructions, he signalled them to go inside, sat them down and tied them, “ Here is the plan and the most fun part", he started, he walked towards a wardrobe standing in front of the room, he o

Alejandro tilted his head, studying her, his smirk fading into something more serious. "I don’t know what game you think you’re playing," she continued, crossing her arms tightly, "but this—" she gestured between them, "—isn’t real. You took me. You forced me into this world. Whatever this… thing is between us, it’s not normal. It’s not love." A muscle in his jaw ticked. "I never said it was love." "Exactly!" Her voice cracked. "Then why are you doing this? Why are you holding me in your sleep like I actually mean something to you?"

Good fucking sight. "Please leave." She keeps her gaze on my hand. "See? Love's not this weak, your love would fight through all these feelings you're feeling right now but you give in to me every time and you feel good while doing it." I tell her, she shifts her eyes to me. "I love Tristan." She says again, more to herself though cause I'm calling bullshit. "Sure you do." I slowly retrieve my hand from her thighs, the movement making my blood rush to my dick.

This was the first time they exchanged I love you's with each other. Alexander couldn't help himself as he closed the distance between them and pulled her into a deep sweet kiss. Literally sweet considering all the maple syrup she had on her pancakes that she still had on her plush pink lips. She cupped his face, standing on her tip toes to give him more access as she suppressed a moan feeling him do things with his tongue to her mouth. Once they pulled away Isla burned bright red as she scampered out of the dining hall. Him right on her tail considering that was literally his job as he touched his face feeling the same stickiness she had on her hand there making him chuckle lightly.

The way he held me looked like love instead of duty. I knew it was dangerous to torture myself this way, but I couldn’t help it. For just a few stolen moments, I could pretend that the tender expression on his face was real. I could let my silly little heart believe that when he’d whispered sweet nothings in my ear during the shoot, he’d meant every word. “Ella?” My head snapped up as Alexander stepped into the room. His eyes immediately flicked to the phone in my hand, where one such picture—one depicting us standing beneath the cherry tree, foreheads pressed together, fingers tangled over my belly—was on display.

Roslyn's hands explored his chest, her touch igniting fires. Their love became a symphony of sighs and moans, a harmony of pleasure. With every touch, their desire intensified. Alexander's fingers intertwined with Roslyn's, their love unfolding. In the silence, their hearts beat as one, their love forever sealed. Alexander's hands roamed Roslyn's body, rekindling the fire as he whispered, "I love how you respond to me." Roslyn's breath hitched, her voice barely above a whisper, "I love how you make me feel." His lips claimed hers, their kiss deepening, passion unfolding.

I’m not happy to hear that hunters have been scouting around in the neighboring woods. As I prepare to shift, I see a very disheveled Alexander walking toward me, stumbling slightly as if he’s drunk. I rush over to him. “Alexander! Are you alright? What happened to you?” His hair is in disarray, his clothes are rumpled, and he has smudges on his face. He reaches out, grabbing hold of me, looking me in the eye. “Alpha! I think I’m in love!” He tells me before stumbling away. Fucking sprites.