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I continued, still not comprehending what had just transpired. "Oh, fuck this shit. Come here." Samael said, taking four steps towards me and grabbing my arm forcefully. "What are you doing?!" I asked, feeling the harsh and painful grip on my arm. "Taking you. I've had enough of this. You're mine, and you will fucking behave like it." Samael snapped at me, wrapping his other arm around me. I elbowed him, regaining some sense of reality. "I'm not going anywhere!" I retorted angrily, attempting to break free from his grasp. "That's where you're wrong. You're Satan's captive now, my little wildflower." The world around me snapped shut.

It wasn't an unkind stare, or a judging one, but it was intense, raw, and utterly captivating. My heart, which had just settled, started to beat faster again, a frantic little drum in my chest. The sound seemed impossibly loud in the sudden quiet of the cabin. It was as if his gaze alone had reached into my very core and gently, persistently, squeezed. A strange warmth spread through me, different from the 'fire,' but just as potent, a rush that wasn't feverish but something entirely new.

I stepped on my shoe lace I couldn't get hold of my self. I am supposed to land my self on the floor right but something happened, he held me, while turning back we fell unto the bed with our lips on each other's my eyes opened wide all I could see, is his intensed feeling my heart beats increased I to a faster beat for over 2 minutes I couldn't stand up I finally realized I'm still on his body I rose up running out. " Thank you" that all I could say after closing the door. " Why does his abs seem to have the same texture like that of the stranger or am I hallucinating.

Caving Into You Dynasty cast a timid glance around the dimly lit restaurant, her heart racing as she found herself swept up in a storm of tumultuous emotions. The gentle clink of cutlery and the soft murmur of conversations around her faded into the background, leaving her acutely aware of the warmth of his hand enveloping hers. She yearned to plead for him to release his grip, yet an inexplicable allure tethered her to that moment. The electric thrill of his touch surged through her, drowning out any rational thoughts that attempted to surface, leaving her in a haze of overwhelming desire.

-esteem day by day that it created this bleak view of the cold frozen icy world within this abyss seeking to suck her soul lifeless, eating away at the flame of passion a fire she struggled to keep alive within her with hopes to a purposeful life she dreamed of. this place was like an escape, a secret hideaway. Her desire was like an unquenchable thirst she desperately tried to satiate because the more she painted the more she didn’t seem pleased with her work, herself and the more she felt unpleased the more she tried until exhausting her last breath and at last she gave up and lay on the ground in total renunciation, tears flowing from her eyes dripping at the sides of her pal

She froze when she felt warm air grazing gently on her nape. All the hair on her body prickled. They stood cold at their ends as she slowly turned around to meet his dark gaze . Time stood still. The orbs burned with the darkest brilliance, notable different from before. Something was wrong. She knew it. She couldn't utter a word when she was yanked hard against his chest. Both their heart thundering in unison. "My beautiful Ara, never leave me!" His sultry melodious voice sang, his slightly glazed stare hypnotised her. Kept her captive in her own thoughts.

Sensing my gaze, Eugene struggled to turn to look at me. His eyes lit up with a glimmer of hope. His voice was hoarse. "Sherlyn, save me quickly." The scene was the same as in my previous life, and I clenched my fists tightly. So, I was reborn, back to ten years ago. The fear of falling from the high building and the suffocating pain still gripped my heart. Looking at the desperate plea for help in Eugene's eyes, I only felt hatred and ridicule. I thought, ”Eugene, this time, I will never interfere in your disgusting love game. You deserve to rot to death in this dark alley."

She was an embodiment of captivating sensuality, a magnet for desire that stirred a primal longing within him. Caught in the grips of an intoxicating mixture of curiosity and arousal, Aiden found himself unable to look away. His own desires ignited, his body responding to the alluring spectacle before him. This unexpected encounter had awakened a side of him that he never knew existed, fueling his darkest fantasies and leaving him yearning for more.

“Miss, what’s your name? Do you have someone you know here?” It is not good to take advantage of those weak and not in their right mind but the girl seems like she’s in pain. He tried talking to her but it seems she can’t hear him. He had no idea the person was already naked, so he can see what she was wearing on the inside. “Hey! Get a hold of yourself!” he almost shouted, he’s getting affected by her pheromones. His rut— this is dangerous!

He reacted instinctively, pinning her wrists to the mattress with a tight, firm grip. Caught in the sudden heat of the moment, Betty froze. The gun was loose and within reach, yet the intention to grab it suddenly faded. Instead of fear, a strange sense of relaxation washed over her, instead of resistance she felt a need for him to pull closer, born from his overwhelming affections and attractions. Mateo let his gaze linger on her red gown like he could see every arch of her body through the gown, the lust could be read through his gaze, his eyes filled with a raw, ravishing intensity, like a beast ready to devour its prey. Betty found herself drawn into the tension until he did the one thin