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Note to Readers: This book is a slow burn romance. There will be loads of description of emotions, feelings and actions throughout the book reaching to the climax. If that's not something you think you enjoy, then a heads up before you move forward and buy chapters. Also, some concepst may not rely real world scenarios, as its a fantasy story that may tend to happen in the book. Otherwise thank you for giving the a book a try and I truly hope you enjoy it. Chapter One: We're Going To The Kingdom

It was a promise to love and protect, to cherish and nurture the flame that burned brightly in our hearts. A surge of passion and desire ignited between us. The air crackled with an electric energy, and I could feel the intensity building as our lips drew closer. Unable to resist the magnetic pull, our mouths met in a searing, passionate kiss. It was a union of souls, a melding of two hearts that beat as one. Our tongues danced in a passionate rhythm, exploring the depths of each other's desires. He bit my lips and sucked my blood from them, grabbing my hair.

He slowly led the way to the big couch, his eyes going from my boobs to the red g-string I had on. "I know you always get lost in those books of yours, don't think I haven't seen the kind of things you read.." he paused, my cheeks flushed as he made me sit on the couch. He got down on one knee in front of me, his hand still around my waist. "And I know your little head has cooked up fantasies.. fantasies of what you want to experience, of what what you want me to do to you." He paused and lowered his head to my drenched panties, taking a long, seductive whiff.

Her internal muscles clamped around him in shock, pulsing with the sudden intrusion. Dax started to fuck her with a raw, animalistic rhythm. He was relentless, his hips snapping forward with a power that made Courtney’s teeth rattle. Every time his pelvis hit her ass, it made a wet, slapping sound that was hidden only by the steady drone of the audiobook. The desk creaked and groaned under their weight. The wood groaned and shifted, sliding a fraction of an inch across the tile floor with every heavy lunge. Dax wasn't being nice; he was lunging into her, his hands gripping her hair to pull her head back so he could see her face.

The ones whose mere presence made me cum. I drove back to my house and stomped up to my bedroom and started looking for a dress which was “sexy” enough for me to get railed. I probably still have their numbers buried in my phone. Time to test that. Fingers trembling with leftover rage, I yanked out the dress, backless silk that hugged my curves like a lover's hands. Slit high enough to flash thigh, neckline plunging to tease cleavage. Paired it with black lace thong, garters, and fuck me heels. Mirror check, smoky eyes and a red lip.

She’d been trying to get into it earlier, but little had gone in, and now she’d lost her place too. ‘Bonkbuster’ would describe it more accurately, she thought, flicking the pages for clues. As she recalled, Dominic somebody had been raking hot, hungry eyes over Cara. And here he was on page forty-three, doing exactly the same with Natalya! Boy, this chap got about a bit. His hypnotic, dangerous drawl made her legs buckle. ‘Show me your breasts, Natalya. Undo your blouse.’ Don't you dare! The bastard's just been bonking your stepsister! And very possibly your stepmother and your voluptuous Puerto Rican nanny too.

The angry, shamed part of her still wanted to push him away, suspecting he had spent his absent night with another of his companions, and she remained stiff for a long moment, until his gentle mouth and softly caressing hands smoothed away her resistance. Their lovemaking was slow, almost tenuous, as they let their bodies speak all the things they both wanted to say. Or maybe she was misinterpreting his apologetic touches and soothing kisses. Perhaps she was fooling herself so she could continue sharing her body with him. Even the doubt of that couldn’t hold back her cries of passion, and she was eager for him when he lifted her thigh and entered her carefully, drawing out his possession unt

I tell her while I eat my slice of pizza. "Well in lighter news," she says, "Thomas has been texting me back." I gave Lacey his number after she followed him on I*******m and fell in love with his abs. "Is that the sound of wedding bells I hear?" I tease. Lacey rolls her eyes but I still see a faint blush on her cheeks. "We haven't been talking for long, and I don't want a relationship with him." "What do you want from him?" "Sex I guess, he's really hot and he's already told me he's up for vanilla sex. But I feel bad because he's into bdsm and I'm not," she explains.

"I was talking about that one! Room 143!" "Room 143?" I looked at him again and he looked so pissed. "What does it have to do with us when we are at the abandoned building?" He sighed heavily before pushing me off the bed. "Go. I can't talk to you anymore. You're so slow." As soon as he said that, I finally and miraculously figured out what he wanted to say. He's using the number 143 as a way to say I LOVE YOU since I am 1 letter, Love consists of 4 letters, and You consists of 3 letters.

I’m damn proud of it, and I’m glad I didn’t give up after the first fail. I’ve discovered that I get into those fantasy stories where one person knows who his or her soul mate is upon meeting them, or even before that, as what happened in the A Court of Thorns and Roses series by Sarah J. Maas, A Kinda Fairy Tale series by Cassandra Gannon, and many of the shifter books by Eve Langlais that I have loved so much. So that’s where I came up with the Love Mark idea.