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His hands were on his shoulder now, and there wasn’t any noise he was hearing but the sound of his fast heartbeat. When they felt that they were running out of breath, they pulled away, gasping for air. Lincoln looked at him, lips stretched into a smile. Shun felt like it was the most beautiful smile he’d ever seen in his life. No one said anything, but it wasn’t an awkward silence. They just stared at each other. He smiled back, not because he felt that he needed to, but because he felt like it. “I’m a good kisser, aren’t I?” Lincoln smirked.

Don't waste your time on me. The evening breeze brushed across her face, lifting her long hair into the air. That soft, flowing hair framed her already fair skin, making her look even more flawless, like a precious pearl glowing under moonlight. Paul felt a rush in his chest, like something loud and wild was trying to break free. He let out a soft chuckle, his eyes filled with sincerity. "Thank you," he said. The sudden thank-you caught Nova off guard. She looked at him, puzzled, as he explained seriously, "Thank you for saying you don't fall easily, not that you'll never fall again."

A place where only passion and longing lived. There was only one of them in this place. One soul in perfect harmony. Complete bliss. Bliss, unlike anything they'd ever known. Brielle couldn't help but scream as she felt a third orgasm, followed by Darius's own. She shouted his name repeatedly. In joy, terror, pleasure, suffering, and, finally, want—excessive, burning want and desire.

Chapter Thirty-Six A dulcet sound around the surface and the blaze of air was pure and mellow. Cordelia felt something strange happen around the corner. She closes her eyes and knocked her cane into the ground. She could feel that the enemies were just hiding somewhere. The wind blowing, a blustery and eerie sound, makes their heart uneasy. Allegra, beside with Salina, holds her hands. She could feel her heart leaped into her throat. She sense Lazarus his scent passes through her nostrils.

After all sins pleas and sweet talk. I still rose from my chair and followed blythe into the bathroom. The room lingered with disinfectants and a hint of roses. It was quite pleasant til the bathroom door slammed behind me. A furious blythe stalked towards me. She closely resembled a lion after a gazelle in the African Savannah.

The grief that once consumed me was gone, instead replaced by a strange sense of peace. Then, my father suddenly looked up, almost like he could see me. He broke down, sobbing uncontrollably. "Adeline… my sweetheart… is it really you? Did you see it? We did it. We made her pay. Can you ever forgive us?" My mother crawled up from the floor, tears streaming down her face as she reached toward me. "Adeline, you came back to see me, didn't you? I miss you so much. In the next life, please come back as my daughter again. I promise I'll make it up to you. I'll love you the way I should have this time."

A gentle slow dance that heated and turned into something sensual. All too soon her lips detached from mine and I couldn't feel her anymore and suddenly when my eyes opened I couldn't see her anymore either.

My body would hurt more severely, my soul would crumble, and my spirit would die a lot faster than it is now. But either way, I have over the years found ways to soothe my body and sometimes my mind. Epsom salt bath with wolfsbane extract and a hint of vanilla to soothe me. Not enough to hurt me, but just the right amount to numb me so I can heal. And my mind, I paint. It’s the only thing that is only mine. It’s the only thing I am allowed to do for myself. And I bask in my paintings. Except lately, the only thing I have been able to paint is golden eyes.

Like Mom, there seemed to be a star in her eye because it also shone while looking at me. They all laughed at her comment. “I’m sorry Bea, there’s nothing left for Bliss.” “It’s alright. I missed her too!” She then hugged Bliss. It snorted. “You’re beautiful! Look at you sister! We look alike!” It jumps as it shows off the messy lipstick on its lips. Bliss is a playful, also smart but mischievous child. Bliss is a man, but her name sounds like a woman. A to is also handsome, white, with a pointed nose, long eyelashes, thin lips.

"I thought I knew pleasure, but you've shown me a whole new world. Your siren's call has awakened a hunger in me that I never knew existed, and I'm helpless to resist." "You're mine now," I sang, my voice a melodious spell that completed our mate bond, with an explosion of deep-seated desires, his eyes burning with a fierce inner heat, his lips brushing against my ear, and began to sing a harmony that blended with my own voice in perfect synchrony. The sound was deeply intoxicating, a blend that seemed to hypnotize the very air around us.