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He offered and handed his pill to me, bringing a bright smile to my face. "Thanks bro." I thanked him, and he winked, rushing out. That was how he saved me, but I knew it was only a matter of time before my secret would be exposed. This was a dangerous path to tread—the type that would bring disaster and death at the end. It was that type of romance that has no happy ending. I knew this, and I should stay away. The best option was to kill her and save myself from falling harder, but my powers are weak in front of her.

His gaze held a mixture of gratitude and something deeper, a sentiment he seldom revealed. As she continued to dress his wounds, the room seemed to shrink, narrowing down to the unspoken connection between them. Raina, in your writing, delves into the complexities of their romance. The physical act of dressing wounds serves as a metaphor for the healing they find in each other amid the chaos of their lives. Let the readers feel the emotional nuances, the uncharted territory of love in the shadows.

The smell of new books has kept enticing a chunk of the population, albeit a smaller percentage, and mostly, people who buy from us are collectors, those who are too rich to spend money on things of the past–and that's what we offer: old, tanning books with worn out spines; a remnant of the past, a time when HarmonyMatch was never a thing. I man the register for a couple of old folks who got a stack of magazines. I smiled as they walked out the store, his hands on her shoulder, both smiling as they talked about their purchase. I thought about how they were Matched, whether they knew each other before the ceremony, if they were childhood sweethearts, or if they were familiar faces you see on

Yes. The ancient garden bore witness to their embrace, the echoes of their whispered promises mingling with the scent of roses and the fading light of day. As they stood together, hand in hand, surrounded by history and love, Emilia and Ryder knew that their journey was only just beginning, guided by the whispers of the past and the promise of a future filled with endless possibilities.

He asked me, propping himself up on his hand. “Yeah, much better,” I whispered, not wanting to break this moment between us. Placing another of those soft kisses he sat up and said, “I’m going to change.” . . A Gupta . Have you checked out my other books? If you're new, do check out my books. They all are completed and are dark romance with twisted heroes that will make you hate them but by the end of the book you'll fall for them still!! You can start with, Bride To Be and Saved By The Devil.

The office was quiet now, save for the soft sound of their breathing and the distant hum of the city far below. Willow Everett lay curled in Professor Ronan Hale’s arms on the leather couch, her body still trembling from the intensity of what they had just shared. Her dress was bunched around her waist, her skin flushed and marked with faint red imprints from his grip. Ronan’s thick cock had only just slipped from her, leaving her feeling empty yet utterly full — his warm cum still leaking slowly from her swollen pussy onto her thighs.

“This is rape with a pretty word on it.” Ash’s smile thinned. “Call it whatever keeps you righteous. Your scent called across the border. We answered. We don’t apologize for taking what’s in heat on our land.” “I’m not in heat.” Rook rolled his hips the inch the knot allowed. I gasped. More spend pushed against the seal. “You will be,” Rook said into my skin. “Or close enough.” We stayed locked a long time. Rook pulled out slow. I felt empty and flooded at once. Cum leaked out of me in a thick line. He looked at it, pushed two fingers back in as if he couldn’t stand the waste, then wiped them on my thigh.

The stretch burned, but it was good, a kind of ache I couldn’t resist. “That’s it,” he coaxed, kissing my throat as he moved his finger. “Take me in, pretty girl.” Another whimper escaped me as he added a second finger, stretching me further. My hands clawed at the sheets, my hips moving helplessly against him. “Relax,” he whispered, his thumb brushing my cheek as his fingers worked me open. “I’ve got you. I just need to make sure you’re ready.” I dug my nails into his back, dragging them down, and he hissed at the sting but never slowed. His mouth found mine again, swallowing my cries, and when he finally pulled his hand away, I was panting, my body trembling.

“I’m sorry, but it’s true. Men think wiggling their eyebrows at us or doing what you were doing is sexy, but really, it isn’t, especially when you’re dressed like that.” I shrug and slump on the bed next to her. “I just thought it was romantic, you know?” She leans over to the side of the bed and pulls out a romance book from under the pillow. “Use this. It’s the best manual for what girls really like.” I take the book and study the cover. A man is kissing the neck of a woman whose blouse is slightly off her shoulder. “Blah,” I say and toss the book to the side. I actually think I’ve read it before.

My body clenches around nothing, and I whine, my hips lifting instinctively, seeking more. Asher chuckles, his breath warm against my ear. "Greedy girl," he murmurs. Then his fingers are there, pressing against my abused hole, and I moan as he pushes inside, his touch gentle compared to the others. "You took them so well," he praises, his voice a dark caress. "My perfect little bride." I turn my head, my lips finding his in a desperate, bruising kiss. His cock is hard against my thigh, and I reach for it, my fingers wrapping around his length. "Please," I whisper against his mouth. "I need you too."