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Dax had made the commitment to attend, and I, having agreed to play the role of his girlfriend as per our unconventional proposal, was expected to be there as well. I changed into an elegant evening gown, my fingers trembling slightly as I fastened the delicate clasps. Now, I had to put on a brave face and play my part. Dax, too, dressed impeccably in a tailored suit, his demeanor a blend of confidence and charisma. The way he carried himself almost made me drool. That woman Caroline must be blind to let this man go. If he were truly mine, I would never look at other men. "You look stunning," he said, raking his eyes over my dress. The gown was crafted from a rich, deep shade of midnight bl

It was like a headily spiced wine that was smooth yet leaves a trail of fire in one’s throat—no, it was like an aged cognac, fragrant and spicy. Crocell dived into his safe place, kissing his beloved angel passionately—tongues clashing against each other in a battle of dominance. Lux may not look like it but he’s quite competitive. He doesn’t like lying down just to take it. He may be faint and dainty but Crocell is fucking sure he has better stamina than him and the demon lives for it. “I will always love you. In any lifetime.” Crocell whispered into his lover’s face who is beautifully contorted in pleasure—they both know whatever they have is bound to end. A demon and an angel? Together? T

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Only an intense, possessive certainty. He leaned down and kissed me. The kiss was sweet but rough. It was a demand that consumed my entire awareness. I let out a cry against his lips as his tongue slid deep into my mouth. He claimed me and grounded my breathing to the rhythmic movement of his jaw. He tasted like rain and cold copper. He kissed me with hunger. His lips moved against mine with a bruising passion. I answered the kiss. My tongue tangled with his. My fingers knotted into the fabric of his collar. I pulled him down closer. I absorbed the raw alpha dominance flooding through our bond. The terror in my veins turned to heat.

His hands came to my face, both of them, the same hold as the café but different now, not framing, holding, his palms warm against my jaw and the rain coming down beyond the overhang and the saxophone still faintly audible from inside the lounge. He kissed me like he had been reading me for months and knew exactly what I had needed and was delivering it with the precision of that knowledge. Not rushed. Not greedy. Every movement considered and warm and aimed at the specific woman standing in the rain under a bookstore awning who had been starving on cold clinical contact for fourteen months and had forgotten that this was what it was supposed to feel like.

Paige questioned, "Why aren’t you saying anything? Is it because the woman who admired you is now with someone else, and you're feeling uneasy? Isn't that how it's portrayed in TV dramas? When a woman pursues you relentlessly, you find it annoying. When she finally turns to someone else, you feel uncomfortable. "In reality, you've long grown accustomed to her pursuit, unwittingly falling in love with her. It's just that you never realize your feelings until she's gone. This is a classic case of not appreciating what you have until it's lost." "This is why it’s best you avoid those cheesy romance dramas," Chris casually remarked. "They lack substance and only lead to overthinking. Whatnots wi

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When we reach the parking lot, I open the door and she shoots me a glare before lifting her gown and stepping in, her aura still brimming with anger. _ _ _ ~ ANASTATIA ~ A baby machine. The thought still clouds my senses. Nothing but a baby machine. Oh, joy! The purpose of marriage is clearly just about reproduction, because who needs love, respect, or mutual understanding? - everything Damien lacks - And, of course, I'm absolutely thrilled to be married to Damien, the love of my life. I mean, who wouldn't adore a guy who's basically a modern-day dictator with a penchant for manipulation?

His right hand left the wall, sliding to my waist and pulling me closer. Before I knew it, I was kissing him back, tasting the forbidden sweetness of his lips. Our tongues tangled in a heated dance, and his body pressed gently against mine. His hands gripped my waist, and instinctively, I wrapped my arms around his neck. The small feeling of pleasure grew into something dangerous, something uncontrollable. I kissed Damon with everything inside me. The scent of his cologne, warm and intoxicating, only made it worse. "You shouldn’t be doing this, Ava.