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His hand rested over my womb like both a promise and a claim. It should have terrified me. Instead, as his steady heartbeat thrummed against my back and his warm breath brushed over my nape, I found myself hoping — dangerously, foolishly, desperately hoping — that this terrifying new future might somehow be real. Baldwin pressed a soft kiss to my shoulder and tightened his hold around me. “Sleep, my perfect mate,” he murmured, voice low and full of quiet promise. As sleep began to pull me under again, cocooned in his warmth and strength, I allowed myself one final, reckless thought:

RAVEN Maybe it was how innocent I looked. Or how quickly I had lost my manners when she touched me. At this moment all my thoughts were gone. All I wanted was to have her keep doing what she was doing. I loved how my body trembled under her touch. She grabbed my singlet and pulled it into shreds. It ripped and fell down on the ground beside me. All that was left by the time she was done was my cotton black panties that barely covered all of my pussy folds.

He takes my wrist, his grip firm and possessive and drags me toward the master suite, basically flying up the stairs. The moment the bedroom door slams shut behind us, the air thickens, charged with something electric. The room is all dark wood and deep crimson, the bed a monstrous thing draped in black silk, the curtains drawn tight against the windows. Rhysand doesn’t speak. He doesn’t need to. His hands are on me before I can draw another breath, spinning me, pressing me back against the door. “Last chance,” he murmurs, his lips brushing the sensitive skin just below my ear.

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I needed to cut her off. "Look, they're doing the walking around the fire thing." She said. I hummed non committal. "I read about it in this book by Drethi Anis. Five thousand nights of obsession. The book was so good." "You read?" I asked. I had never seen any book in her apartment or caught her with a book. "Yes." She blushed, then quietly. "Romance books." "You don't strike me as the romance type." I looked at her intently. "Is it one of those raunchy books with shirtless men carrying scabbards on the cover."

Lisa wasn't worth it and Rosa wasn't going to let Lisa inside her head. "I make him feel things that you can only dream of," she said. "Men don't just want me for my body, you know. I let him do dark things to me and he enjoys it. You can't make him happy, Rosa. You are far too vanilla and plain. You couldn't take the types of dark fantasies that Axel has. I can." She turned and showed rosa a long white scar that ran down the length of her back. It marred the perfect golden tan she had and rosa mouth dropped open in surprise.

This' where the meeting would be held. The small library at the wall is stocked with a few interesting books to use and pass some time. I pick up a book that attracts my attention, from a glimpse of it, I detect that it's a romance fantasy. The gold and red combination of the cover with the stylish golden fonts captivates me, the front has a young girl holding on her palms what looks like a magical spindle, with a glowing light around it. The title goes, "When you're alone." A subscript writes, "A supermodel story of the girl who single handedly achieves the most difficult goals."

his fingers swept her hair to the side and he took a step closer to the girl whose lips were now tugging with a small smile, “I have felt this way. At first, I thought something was wrong with me, but no. It seems fate has found us and the Red Thread has tied us together.” Zaramanni frowned slightly. “The red thread?” “Yes. It ties two souls together.” “So,” Zara's lips twitched as she recalled something she read in one of her fictional novels, “are we meant to be mates?” Zaramanni always thought things like that were just myths. She constantly felt that the concept of having a mate was just a term fictional erotica played with. But there she was… standing in front of a gorgeous man whose he