Cheek Hug

Synopsis He close the expanse between us and I won't lie I close my eyes for a bit because I don't know how it got so hot and steamy between us. His lips touch my jaw, making me tremble. He continues a line of kisses along my jawline and I nod. I know he is right, I have no idea what this is. As his lips touch the spot just below my ear I moan and he does it again, this time sucking the skin. That electricity between us appears again, this time more wild than ever before. Why is this always happening with him? I shut my mind off from my thoughts and wrap my arms around his neck to steady myself. he rubs his thumb over my bottom lip and in a swift he crash his lips with me and deepen it immediately and all sexual attachment aroused and I felt unsatisfied. His lips move in sync with mine as he eat out my lower lips and I moan out unconsciously. He palm my ass cheek in his hand. He raise me up and I wrap my leg round his torso with no one ready to pull back. He kiss me passionately and it felt like he had always wanted to do this for so long because he poured all his love into it.

"Dario, someone might see us," She tried to pull away, with a hint of nervousness in her voice as she whispered. But Dario wasn't deterred. He reached out and gently tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, with his fingers lingering on her cheek, and his thumb tracing the outline of her lips. Ivy's heart began to race as she tried to back away. "You're looking sexy this morning," he said, his voice low and husky. "And that dress...you're driving me wild." Ivy's heartbeat quickened at his words, her body responding to his touch. She couldn't help but feel a surge of excitement. She could feel the breath on her skin as he leaned in closer, with his lips inches from hers, she knew she was lost. "I want you, Ivy," he whispered. Ivy closed her eyes, unable to resist the pull of his gaze. He pressed his soft lips to hers, and she felt a wave of desire wash over her. As their kiss deepened, she knew that there was no turning back. One night in a club changed everything for a billionaire CEO and his secretary. A passionate and romantic night together led to an unexpected twist when they both discovered she's his new secretary and he's her boss. Can they navigate the lines of power and passion, or will their forbidden love be doomed from the start?

For the 100th time, my Alpha mate, Ryker, used his command on me, threatening to reject our bond if I didn't sacrifice myself for my twin sister, Ivy. I didn't cry or protest. I simply signed the mate bond rejection papers. I surrendered the Alpha I had loved for ten years to my sister. A few days later, Ivy caused a scene at the Pack Alliance Banquet, humiliating the Silvermoon Alpha's daughter. Once again, I stepped forward to take her place, enduring the pain of a disfiguring silver brand. Later, when they demanded I test the safety of the Wolf Spirit Regeneration Ritual with my own body for my sister, I accepted with a smile. My Beta parents, their eyes red-rimmed, told me I was finally being the older sister I was supposed to be. Even Ryker, who had always been so distant toward me, stood before the cellar. He gently stroked my cheek for the first time in ages and said softly, "Harper, don't be afraid. As soon as the trial is over, I'll take you to see the auroras at Moon Goddess Lake." But he didn't know that, regardless of the trial's outcome, he would never see me again. My wolf spirit was already fading. Nothing could save me. This time, when I closed my eyes, it would be forever.

"Where is he?" He asked as he titled his head and glared down at me. His scar on the eye made him look even more horrifying. I wonder how many scars he has on that face of his which he hides. I was terrified but I tried my best to stay calm and composed because his mere presence makes me want to run away and hide somewhere where he can never find me but I fail to hide and not only I risked my life but his too. "He...is not w-with me." I said and he raised his right eyebrow where the scar stood proudly. "Really, hazelnut?" He asked as he caressed my cheek with his pointed knife, knocking my soul out for a fraction of a second. *** Sebastian Martinez a 27 years old, cold, stern and brooding leader of a gang named 'the scars'. He hides his face from the world but his eyes are enough to send people down hill. The scar on his eye defines his ruthless acts. Not a killer but enough to traumatize you. But is he only a gangster or something far more dangerous than that? Aurora James is a girl who stays in her own life as a writer but also has a small boutique. Her life is normal and she has lots of dreams to achieve but her past keeps haunting her down. What will happen when fate will bond these two in the most unexpected way?

He owns her body. She owns his secret. Only one can break first. From children to lovers. From lovers to people separated by hierarchies and bound by oaths. Daya and Night rule as Alpha and Shadow of the most feared pack in all of Eyriena. But beneath the throne lies a dangerous obsession neither of them can fully escape. "Let me go, Night," I met his gaze, forcing my voice to remain calm despite the urgency rising within me. His hand cradled my cheek with deceptive gentleness, but his grip around my waist was like iron — unmovable. The raw power of a hybrid radiated from him. “No.” His voice was low and commanding. “I’ll say when you can leave. And right now, I need you here.” His lips trailed heat down my neck, my pulse betraying me. His hands slid expertly down, finding the buttons of my shirt. His fingers worked skillfully, undoing them one after another, revealing my bra — barely holding in my full, straining breasts. “Mine," he murmured possessively, eyes locked on the soft mounds rising beneath... As ancient secrets unravel and a deadly curse tightens its hold, Daya must choose either to betray the only man she's ever loved — or lose herself completely to his dark side. In this world, love demands blood.

" You were born to be mine , you are mine and you are going to be ...... only mine " He spoke in his Hoarse , deep voice sending shivers down her spine. Her petite body trembled as he gaze at her with his Hawk eyes. His hand slowly caressed her cheek , lovingly as he took a careful view of her face. " Stay away ! " She screamed as she tried to push him away but he was not gonna let her push him away. He looked dead mad hearing her words. His blood shot red eyes dug holes into her brown orbs and her back sank into the wall behind her as he slammed his both fists onto the wall. " you belong to me " He made it clear to her but she was not gonna let him play with her like that. " I-I'm- getting engaged- " She looked up to him in the eyes and she witnessed his darkened eyes. He licked up his dried up lips and all of a sudden , stood up straight , letting her breath in relief but that did not last long when he grabbed her frail arm in his tight grip and dragged her all the way towards his bed , pushing her onto the bed as her body bounced twice. " do you really think you can get enagged to him ? Let me show you tonight and after that you will know ......... Whose sinful obsession you are "

"You’re nothing but an asset Thersa. When will you learn? I made you and you belong to me only" Wham! Mr Diego Mondragon hand struck her cheek which forced her to stumble. Thersa thought she’d finally escaped Mondragon’s cruel grasp, but fate had other plans. After losing her child and seeking solace in Rafael’s arms, she dared to love again….only to be dragged back into Mondragon’s world of control and deception. Carrying Rafael’s child, she is forced to hide the truth, allowing Mondragon to believe the baby is his. But when the truth unravels, he refuses to let go…He turned their son against her and demanded she return to him as his wife if she truly loves his son.. "You’re not my mother. You can never be my mother!" he screamed and ran away with tears streaming down his face. Torn between a mother’s love and her passion for Rafael, Thersa betrays him to protect their son, shattering his heart. But Rafael isn't the type to give up. He will do anything to have her back…even if it means facing the devil himself. "I’m telling you, Mondragon….no matter what it takes, even if I have to destroy you…I will win her back. And I will take my son!" he vowed.

"N...no y...you don't g..go. He will come. He will b...beat me. You also hide here. He is very bad. He beats. I'm s...scared of him. S...save me. He..." Biya screamed hysterically freeing her arms from his grip. She doesn't seem in right state of mind. "I'm r...running. You take me from here. He is very bad." Biya was freeing herself from his grasp and abruptly ran to the door. But in the next moment she was in Sikandar clutches. "Where are you running? Are you mad?" Sikandar roared shaking at her badly. But Biya wasn't in her senses. "No...he..you don't know him. He is very cruel...he..." Seeing her screaming like mad Sikandar has to again raise his hand and slapped her mercilessly. His hands left it's print on her cheek. With her hand on her cheek, Biya was looking at the man who slapped her. Deeply blinded by taking revenge of his past incident from the murderer of his childhood Sikandar Shah happen to kidnap the daughter of that man. He inflict his brutality on that innocent and sweet girl to the extent that he forcefully made her marry him and physically and mentally abuse and torture Biya. Will Biya survive the pain and brutally he is inflicting on her? Or will Sikandar Shah show some mercy for that little girl in lowering his assault and torture on her? How they will thrive in this unforseen situation?

Five years ago, I lost my memory in a car accident. Eira Jones had claimed she was my beloved. She saved me, cared for me, and we naturally got married. For five years, I managed every aspect of our home for her. As I tended to her every need with unwavering devotion, I was convinced I was the happiest husband in the world. But as I was about to tidy up the study, I overheard Eira and her childhood sweetheart talking. “Eira, these past five years, Vedran Clarus has been utterly devoted to you. He just hasn’t chewed your food for you! I’m getting jealous.” Eira kissed his cheek affectionately. “Silly boy, those chores are his responsibility. I’d never let you do them.” Furious, I burst through the door and accused Reed Harris of being a shameless homewrecker. But to my shock, he showed his marriage certificate to Eira. He declared that I was the third wheel in their relationship. As we shoved each other about, my head slammed into the bookshelf, and my memories returned. Apparently, I was the sole heir to the city’s wealthiest, the Grant family. I watched as Eira ranted accusations at me, and the fair-faced, pretty boy in her arms feigned hurt. I turned and dialed my childhood sweetheart’s number. “Elena Gibson, your fiance is being bullied!”

When I bring up divorce in front of my husband, Vito Corti, he happens to be toying with a lace thigh strap that's gifted to him by a rising adult film star. Vito, the head of the Corti family as well as the youngest Don in Emaly, orders his Soldato to pick up his new lover tonight. Then, he shoots a languid glance at the divorce agreement on the table. "How big of a tantrum are you throwing this time, my dear Donna?" I reply calmly, "I didn't touch the bank card tied to the private account. I also don't want the estate in Emaly as well as the bulletproof convoy. I have already entrusted the asset management authority to your Consigliere." Vito is stunned for a moment, but he still thinks I'm still throwing a tantrum. "You don't want those assets? Then what do you want? My devotion? Gia, I already told you in the past that you're the woman with the highest position in the family. But it's too boring for a Don to own just one woman." He tries to reach out to feel my cheek, thinking that I'll act the same way as before; that I'll forgive him in a roundabout way after lashing out at him. But I just avoid his hand. I no longer want Vito's devotion to me. Now, I just want to leave him.