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Austin didn't answer, but stood up wanting to leave when Tasha pushed him back and he landed on the seat hard. "I asked a question, and this time, you would answer me. '' Her voice thickened as she walked up to him. She bent In Front of him, with little space in-between them. This time Austin couldn't feel the pleasant aura which would always drive him into wanting to kiss her or grab her. She made his legs shake, his heart was beating fast. She was a ghost, getting her pissed off isn't a good idea and he knew she could do things to him and no one would know what's happened except him. Getting her angry wasn't a good option but unfortunately she was now.

He places his hand against his date's lower back - a subtle way of staking his claim - and I suddenly find myself looking closely at Felicia again. She's very pretty. Her generous curves are quite obvious in the gold cocktail dress she's wearing, and her face is sweet and appealing. Her dark hair shines in the restaurant's flickering candlelight, and her eyes are large and bright. In fact, her hair and eyes are similar to those of Emilia Torres, who I know from firsthand experience caught Dante's eye. My gaze flicks from Felicia to Dante, and the possibilities that swirl through my head make me sick to my stomach. Is this someone he dated? I'm not sure which is worse - that Dante would intro

"You like the feeling of having a man who could kill for you?" I nodded slowly. "It's much better than one who would only die for me." Florian watched me for a long moment, his breaths hot against my skin, his eyes gliding around my face. When he spoke again, his voice was a slow, soft whisper, and I knew that this wasn't that fluffy nerd and popular guy romance. It was a dark romance of obsession, and I was a willing participant. "I always knew we would be perfect, Roxanne. I always knew you would be perfect for me."

We were ready to face whatever the future held, knowing that our love would always guide us through the darkest of times. *** In the evening, Jonathan surprised me with a romantic candlelit dinner in the garden of his home. Soft music played in the background, creating an ambience of tranquillity and love. As we sat at the table adorned with flickering candles and a bouquet of fragrant roses, I admire the effort he had put into making this evening special. The moonlight filtered through the trees, casting a gentle glow on our faces. “You truly know how to sweep a girl off her feet, Jonathan.” I praised him, a smile playing on my lips.

Instead of answering, Caspian leaned in, capturing her lips in a searing kiss. The moment their lips touched, it was as if a dam had broken. Their powers surged forth, intertwining in a dizzying dance of fire and shadow. Lily gasped against his mouth, overwhelmed by the intensity of the sensation. It was intoxicating, addictive in a way that both thrilled and terrified her. She could feel Caspian's cool essence seeping into her, tempering the wildfire of her magic, while her warmth seemed to breathe life into his vampiric chill.

"You have a fire in your soul, Celess. A passion for life that I find... intoxicating. I wanted to share that with you." Celess felt her heart racing in her chest. She had always been drawn to danger, but this was different. This was the ultimate forbidden romance, and she didn't know if she was ready for it. But as she looked into Steve's dark eyes, she felt a sense of calm wash over her. She didn't know what the future held, but she knew that she wanted to spend it with him. Without a word, she stepped forward and wrapped her arms around Steve's neck, pressing her lips to his in a fierce, passionate kiss. As they kissed, she felt like she was finally home.

“Why is it so dark? Please, turn on the lights, Anth.” I hesitated before pressing the soft buttons of the light switch and then the room brightened up. I heard her gasp first before my eyes took in the rose petals and unlit candles on the floor and on various pieces of furniture in the living room. My eyes scanned the room and spotted more rose petals, even the ones leading to the bedroom. The romantic setting of the place made my nervousness spike higher than before. “Did you do this?” I pushed every ounce of nervousness from my body and approached her then wrapped my arms around her shoulder. I placed my face against hers then kissed her cheek, feeling the softness of her skin and inhalin

She looked up at me through lowered lashes, her expression unreadable. “You said you aren’t here for sex.” “I meant every word.” “Good.” She took another step forward, close enough that I could feel her breath against my jaw. Her hand rested against my chest, right above my heart, and it thundered beneath her palm. “You know what your problem is, Damien?” I shook my head weakly after she asked. “You’ve always mistaken desire for love.” Her fingers curled around my shirt, pulling me closer and bridging every gap between us.

“He’s clearly got you on drugs or something.” “That’s ridiculous. I’m completely sober.” “Are you, Camille? I should give you a test or something.” He checked out the other books. More vampire romance? Where were the werewolves? He saw none. “Wrong,” Dire grumbled. Don’t worry. We’ll get her proper books. Maddox browsed more of the vampire books and realized that they all had the same author. Grace Moon. That was an interesting name.

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