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She replied, trying to calm the woman down. Karen walked out the door and into the bathroom, her eyes immediately drawn to the mosaic tile floor that adorned the room. The body of the tub stood firmly in the corner, offering luxurious bathing comfort. Elegant shelves of delicately scented soaps and piles of fluffy towels added to the sense of luxury. At the far end of the room, a transparent screen unfurled to reveal an enchanting view of the outdoors.

“But you don’t have to use it like that if you don’t want to. I can think of other uses.” I cast a glance over the new room. The white walls are lined with black and white photographs of our children. The furniture is painted black wood, a stark contrast to the white walls. Large windows let in the light, making the room bright and welcoming. I couldn’t wait to see the rest if this was just one room. I catch Damien and Samara’s scents. Shortly after, Damien calls out, “Neah? Dane?” “Office,” Dane replies, pressing his lips to the mark on my neck.

KIM I entered Nathan's room on the first floor of our penthouse, and I cringed inwardly. I still haven't gotten used to the bland decorations yet. The room was designed to fit Nathan's past self. The interior was all black and chrome, glass and steel everywhere. The wall was bare, the bedspread was crips and pristine, no photo, no clutter, no plants or even a little bit of personality of the person who owns the space. The room was designed like something that belongs in a magazine spread rather than a living space for someone.

Well, not like that, but you get the gist right? His room is... very different from mine. The walls, floors and ceiling are made up completely of white granite tiles with a single oak door at the far end of the room. That door leads to a beautiful balcony overlooking the city below. I could stare out of those windows for hours. Either way, it has a huge desk in one corner and several bookshelves filled with thick tomes and ancient looking papers sitting neatly next to themhelves, add the sleek black laptop neatly placed on the desk, Kael's room looks like a study and bedroom joined together.

he cursed. Looking at me, he motioned for me to enter. Staring at the room, I gulped hard as I took in how widely spaced the bedroom is, a king-sized bed suited in the middle which was laid with a blue and white bedsheet... my favorite color. The lighting is dim and the color of the walls makes it look darker. The curtains are drawn down with only the side table lamp on. I can see another two doors across the room which I'm sure lead to the bathroom and walk-in closet. The whole decoration and design of the house screams luxury. However, Daemon's scent was everywhere swirling around the room and into my nose filling my mind with different erotic images of us at every corner of this room.

Your room is this way, next to the children’s rooms. Kerrien followed, glancing back at the waiting children. She gave them a quick smile, as if promising . that things would be changing, very soon if she had her way. The house was a bungalow style with a long internal corridor and rooms opening off it. The two children’s rooms had pottery signs on the doors, with their names on. Kerrien’s room was simply furnished but beautifully light and airy. The flowered curtains were the only patterned things in the room and the feeling of spaciousness was very welcoming. ‘This is lovely,’ she said gratefully.

My key clicked in the lock, and we entered a small hallway. “Which side first? The normal room or the kink room?” “I’ve seen your bedroom, sweetheart. I don’t need to see it again.” I placed my hand on the doorknob and smiled at him. Oh, dear. “George, this is nothing like my bedroom. Trust me.” I pushed it open and stepped inside. Nude photos lined the walls, and thick red curtains were draped over the window. The blankets on the large, black cast-iron bed match them, and the black throw pillows broke up the red somewhat.

Even he wouldn’t be as heartless as to leave me stranded naked. Pausing to catch my breath, I took in my surroundings. The room didn’t seem like a hotel. The color scheme was well thought out, consisting of grey and dark hues like navy blue, charcoal, and black. The design was minimalistic, with little to no furniture. The bed was positioned in the middle of the room, where sunlight could touch it directly from the window. A few feet away was a couch with a blanket sprawled across it, as if someone had spent the night there.

“Come on, let me show you the bedroom.” Something about his words made my wolf awaken with desire. Why the bedroom? Why not say the whole house? I placed my hand in his, and he pulled me into the hallway. Our bedroom was at the far end of the hallway, and it was designed very manly. “They weren't expecting me to arrive with my mate, and I wasn't either,” Corni said, taking in the masculine decoration of the bedroom. Black bedding, black tiles, a black and golden wardrobe, and chocolate light curtains.

I faced palm and pressed my lips when I realized that he's sleeping. Estúpido Amber! I turn the doorknob and quietly enter the door and slowly closed it. His manly scent filled the room. I wandered my eyes around the corner of his room. It looks masculine. You can already say that it belongs to a man. The room gives away his bachelorhood. Everything is functional. His room is like a perfect magazine cover. The walls were painted with satin grey. His king size bed were also grey. A grey floor lamp was set on the side of the bed. The large window views the outside of the house. There's a mini-bookshelves on the right side filled with books. A metal lamp shade was placed on the dark wood two-dr