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The testament of a love so unrelenting, so fierce, so intentional, a love that shouldn't have been from the very beginning but was meant to be in the very end. This is the love story of Thea and Angel. THE END Hello everyone! THANK YOU FOR READING HORNY DRIPS HOT CRAVINGS! I have some exciting news! I'll be working on a second version of this book, "To Crave The Forbidden." This decision comes after receiving requests from editors on various platforms and from local readers for a non-erotic version. After a year of consideration, I've decided to create a version that all readers can enjoy, focusing on the beautiful love story of Angel and Thea.

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He pressed his lips to mine before speaking, “it’s the angel blood.” Excuse me, what? “What does that mean?” I asked him. He grabbed my hand, led me to his study and sat me down on a chair. He reached on a bookshelf and pulled down an old leather bound book. He opened it up to a bookmarked page and showed it to me. This page was all about angels! What stood out to me though was that angels were attracted to strong, dominant men who would produce the best offspring. The stronger the offspring would be, the harder it would be to resist. I looked at him incredulously.

We drove the dagger and shard into the ground, light erupting, the cage shattering, the mirror collapsing, the void’s scream—my scream—mixing with hers, the shadow’s, as they vanished, not gone but pushed back, the chaos retreating, the cliffs stilling. We fell, Lucian catching me, Lyra beside us, the bond burning—us, alive, together. Killian and Mara staggered up, bloodied, wide-eyed. “Another one?” Killian gasped, his staff broken, his face pale. “How many damn Angels are there?” I clutched the dagger, the mark pulsing, Lyra’s shard glowing, the bond steadying me. “Four,” I said, my voice hoarse, the truth crushing me. “Lock, spark, flame, void. The Veil’s not just breaking—it’s us.”

What the hell was going on with me? He stared at me with blue eyes that reminded me of the deep sea, full of darkness and secrets. It was unsettling yet captivating, and I found myself drawn to him. An impulse surged through me to trace his sharp jaw and the scar over his right eyebrow with my fingertips and press my lips against his plump ones while running my hands through his thick black hair. No one had ever stirred such feelings within me. Nicholas unlocked a part of me that I didn’t know existed, awakening a need that excited and terrified me. It was as if he held a mirror to my soul, revealing desires I’d kept buried deep. Yet there was the angel inside me that the world thought me to

rise from the chair, and I walk back toward the bedroom, drawn by the pull of her presence, the magnetic force that I feel even now, even in sleep, and when I open the door and see her curled on the bed, the sheets tangled around her legs, her hair spread across the pillow like a dark halo, her lips parted slightly, her breath warm and even, I feel something shift inside me, something that I have not felt in a very long time, something that might be called tenderness, if tenderness could exist in the same body as the predator that lives in my chest, and I cross to the bed, crawling in beside her, pulling her against me, and she stirs, murmuring something in her sleep, and I press my nose to

Ace’s POV Angel’s twinkling eyes glared into mine, her lips weighing heavy on her from the passionate smooch we just shared. Nonchalantly, I forced my fingers in between her hand, and she welcomed me. Once we were holding each other tightly, I stood on my two's and helped her up, then we walked hand in hand to the hotel. The sexual anticipation lingering in the air could be told from her face, and the glances we kept stealing at each other. I for one was fighting my demons as usual, at the realization that this moment would’ve been better yet lived by my brother.

“Apparently, she's already killed a lot of warriors.” “You should be more impressed by the information I found out,” Jace said calmly. “Miss Angelicca has apparently killed a large number of werewolves. That's what I find truly remarkable about her. Honestly, that's more than enough reason for me not to hesitate to remain under her command.” The group continued their journey, their footsteps echoing softly along the road. As they walked from one destination to another, Angelicca remained the center of their conversation. The warriors exchanged stories, rumors, and personal opinions about the woman leading them. Some spoke of her overwhelming strength, while others discussed the tales they ha

I asked genuinely curious in what she would say. She looked at me with a wry smile. "I assume that you were tricked by the way you are looking. Autumn is a tier 4 Goddess of seduction while Angel is a tier one Goddess of manipulation." She stated with a look of amusement. She walked forward and went through the books before pulling out a gold book. "This will tell you everything about everyone so that you will know what type of God everyone is and what they are good at." She exclaimed as she set the book on the bed.

Tangled. Hearts racing like they’d race a fucking marathon. The room was spinning. Angel couldn't move. The stranger was still inside him. Still hard. Then— The fucking incubus started to move again. “Shit, you’ve got to be kidding me,” Angel could not believe it, he croaked. ‘I have to run,’ his mind said one thing, but his body didn’t even want to move and leave. Instead his hips met the man’s every thrust. “You’re not done yet, are you, you beast?” Then Angel moaned again. **