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His pale skin was dusted with dark freckles that stood out against his flush. He was beautiful. A warrior who had fought his own nature for six years, offering his throat to me. My Alpha control didn’t just break. It disintegrated into pure, primal ash. I stepped forward, my large hands sliding behind his bare back, feeling the hot, damp skin of his spine. I pulled him flush against my chest, the contact making both our systems explode into a chaotic roar. His natural scent of sweet white clover and citrus became a thick wall of honey, so strong it made my head spin, completely drowning out the cedarwood and mint in my lungs.

“Because this is only the beginning. The heat, the desire, the fire… it’s not ending anytime soon.” Her fingers threaded through his hair, pressing closer. “Then let’s burn together,” she said. “We will,” he said, voice low, deep, commanding, and intimate. “Together, always.” And in that heated cocoon of desire, tension, and longing, they finally let the world fall away, letting fire and intimacy carry them, pulse to pulse, shiver to shiver, knowing the story of their lives—and their bodies—was just beginning.

he spat, storming off before Dante could see the crack in his armor. That night, alone in his room, Aiden scrolled through the headlines until his vision blurred. “Blackthorn and Veyron: From Rivals to Partners?” “Chemistry Caught on Camera: Are the Heirs More Than Allies?” “United Front or Secret Affair?” His reflection stared back from the black screen—scarred, bruised, uncertain. No matter how he tried, he couldn’t erase the heat of Dante’s arm around him, or the gleam in those golden eyes that had looked far too much like they belonged there.

The rug was a lost cause, and so was I. Ava traced lazy circles on my stomach. “Still catching the morning train?” I laughed, raw. “Changed my plans. Indefinitely.” Ethan pressed a kiss to my shoulder. “Good. We’re just warming up.” Liam’s hand slid between my thighs, teasing. “Chapter two starts at dawn.” I closed my eyes, sated and aching and already wet again. The lodge smelled of sex and pine and possibility. Outside, the mountain stood silent. Inside, three bodies curled closer, ready to write the next scene on my skin.

he demanded. We glared at each other. My blue eyes were on his dark brown ones. I was pissed at him for ordering me around and I was sure he was angry at me because he could tell I was hiding something from him. But with his intoxicating touch and his penetrating stare, I felt the annoying chemistry between us. I had always been submissive in the bedroom, and Daniel’s tone and words turned me on, no matter how much my subconscious fought against it. Daniel and I wanted each other on a purely primal level. Even though we both hated each other, neither of us could help the attraction we felt. It was instinctual.

Just thinking of it made my heart flutter and my body to feel giddy. Sleeping with Anthony felt like heaven. He made me feel special. He knew how to make my body sing in pleasure. He knew where to touch and kiss my body. I had come so much last night that I did not know it was possible to be turned on even more. The way he looked at me, his eyes held so much emotion that it had me drunk on love and passion. His words made me swoon, especially those words he kept saying. “You’re mine to touch… to kiss.”

mature audiences only 18+! contains an age gap, dark romance, explicit sexual content/ scenes, crime, light BDSM, gunplay, murder/violence, etc. Some situations will not be suitable for all readers. Read at your own discretion* Deacon Another week has flown by in the blink of a fücking eye, since my last date with Myla. It feels like I haven't seen her in months, though.

My body temperature was rising, a primitive need beginning to take control. I grabbed the bottom of his t-shirt, pulling it up over his head. He wiggled out of it, tossing it to the side as I ran my fingers down his front. His muscles hardened under my hand as he kissed my shoulders and neck. He nuzzled the strap of my tank top, pushing it until my shoulder lay exposed in the moonlight. He bit it gently, sending a thrill through me. His hand crept up the soft fabric, cupping my breast in his palm through the thin material. My nipple beaded into a tight point as his fingertips caught it, and he let out a chuckle.

However, even worse than the pain was the sobering clarity that came with it, the kind that sharpened everything to a brutal reality. Memories flooded back: Francis pleading with Adrian not to kill me ten years ago, the mix of pity and heartache in Francis' eyes when Adrian forced the first dose on me, the comfort Francis offered when I was scared and crying after my first mission, and the way he looked when I lay weakened in bed, swearing my loyalty after each dose. I remembered it all. However, the love I once felt for him was gone.

"Jasmine, in case I tell you that I like you and I want you to be my special someone to love. Will there be anyone who might get mad?" She stand up for the serious question but she took a wrong step so he slowly fell down. Inadvertently Jake pulled her hand away. As she turned back facing the soldier she lost her right balance again in her stance and sank into Jake's chest. She got more turned on to inhaled Jake's fragrant scent. As it was a very neat man she ever knew. It has been exposed to the heat of the sun and is sweating but its fragrant smell remains. One of Jasmine's favorite things about a man is being physically clean. This handsome yet clean body thrill factor that Jake has. She