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" she asks." In a whisper, Jannis says, "Yes, let's finish this up and head back to the hotel." The sensation of Jake's warm palm on hers sets her heart ablaze, and she looks into his eyes, which are a tinderbox of want and anger. "We have some things to discuss privately," she says with an air of seriousness that belies her words. Jannis knows that when they're alone, the tension between them will be palpable. She wants nothing more than to feel Jake's touch on her exposed skin and to give in to the intense desire that lies dormant in their forbidden relationship. As Anna brings their dessert and coffee, Jannis pretends to smile and make small talk, but her thoughts are elsewhere—on the nig

Chapter 9 Cassiel kneels between my spread legs, his cold fingers wrapping around my hips to position me just right. I can feel the blunt head of his cock pressing against my untouched entrance, the threat of it making me tremble. But i feel something strange. A strange heat blooms in my chest, spreading through my veins like wildfire. My vision swims, the edges blurring not with tears but with a dizzying rush of pure, terrifying lust. My skin flushes, beads of sweat forming on my brow as my pulse starts roaring in my ears. Every nerve ending comes alive, hypersensitive and screaming for more. The pain from Evren's assault melts away, replaced by an insatiable hunger that makes no sense.

Author’s Note to the Reader Dear Reader, What you are about to step into is not just a love story. It’s a tangled web of passion, betrayal, secrets, and the quiet ache of discovering the truth behind the people we think we know. Jacqueline’s journey is one many of us know too well, the journey of holding on when we should let go, of chasing stability while craving fire, of mistaking comfort for love. Her story unfolds in layers: through the haunting grip of her dreams, the unraveling of a once-promising engagement, and the magnetic pull of a man who exists both in her subconscious and in the shadows of her waking life.

I finally completed my statement, my voice a bit firmer, and he raised his eyes, releasing a deep breath. He tossed the document onto the sofa and took slow, deliberate steps over to me, something dark flashing in his eyes. His clenched fists, tight jaw, and brooding eyes, it was obvious that he was trying to hold back, and it did nothing but arouse me. Every step he took sent shivers down my spine, spiking my excitement and making my pussy drip juices that soaked my panties. The tension was thin, our lust was thick, and even though I hadn't put in an effort not to, I found myself craving for the man that I've been told to avoid.. a man rumored to be a heartless killer.

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:

As still as a log, my heart the opposite, doing all sorts of weird dancing in my chest. His nose touches mine, his lips quiver, and one more inch, just one more inch, and he'd reach me. One more inch and he'd taste me, and I'd taste him. One more inch and my control would shatter, my brain would shut down completely, and— "—Dante." In a flash, faster than the speed of light, Dante is on the other side of the balcony, and I'm tripping over my dress and staggering to the opposite end.

Sara tryito slid off the bed, but Jerry slipped in the middle, preventing Sara from having enough room to sleep properly. I grabbed her hand and brought her up against my chest. She touched my face with hers, not anticipating a sudden tug from me. The sound of her rapid heartbeat pierces the darkness. Her legs touched my feet, and her one hand brushed against my junior, intensifying the sensation. When I swiveled to look at Jerry out of anxiety, I heard her snoring and let out a relieved sigh. Before I could move to lay her to sleep on the bed, she kissed me tenderly. I had struggled to suppress my lust, but her soft touch on my lips compelled me to breach all of my rules. I embraced Sara an

And I can't wait to share Doris and Brad's story with you soon in the next book in the duology— "Love's Inferno: When Fire Meets Ice" Big Heart, Bethel W.C. Eke

CASSANDRA The pulsing between my thighs just won’t go away. It’s been there since my lesson yesterday with Rhett, along with a tingling sensation like I’ve been transformed into a bubbling can of lemon seltzer. I press my legs together as I lounge on the green velvet chaise in my room. I’m reading a book Clarisse brought me from the outside world. It’s a romance novel entitledBuilt from Stoneabout a girl who goes hiking and gets caught in a storm, only to be rescued by a rough mountain man who takes her home to his cabin where…thingshappen.

Charli The vibration of Nox's chest awakened me from my sleep. At first, I wasn't sure what I was hearing or feeling. My senses were spent, overwhelmed by his mastery and sexual proclivity. I'd fallen into the beginning of my favorite comatose state when he began to stir. The darkness of our room and softness of our bed shielded me from what was happening until slowly the sadness that emanated from his every pore filled our space, wrapping me in his misery. His breathing became ragged as his chest tensed and body trembled.