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The closeness of their back to chest contact was practically stitched with gold wires, allowing for no gap to come in between them as their skin kissed each other in this heated exchange. In this way, these rough and tantalizing thrusts produced an even stronger effects, leaving the nerves in excitation. Twinkling rays of light flashed one by one before Kim's eyes. It was as if there were countless pairs of eyes looking at her with pleasure and content. Sweltering with shame andresentment, she endured with difficulty, however she couldn't help but to fall deeper and harder into the excitement that ravished her reasoning and enticed her into submission. Although, she hated the man behind her

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he interrupted. “Stop following me Jax,” I commanded establishing my authority changing the conversation because at the end of the day he was just a massive fan of mine. “No, I want recommendations on books, preferably the slow burns with two people trying to fight their connection when they were soulmates from the moment they met but they were blind.” I know what he was doing. He was trying to describe our romance but ours was a tragedy, not a romance in my books anyway. I huffed annoyed and played his game, by saying “I would recommend Birthday Girl by Penelo-“

She was laying naked and bathing in her own blood there. From that moment whenever he felt rage he used to cut his own hand and suck the blood out thinking it was Avalyn's ,that gave him peace of mind. Damien had his eyes closed and his head hung low as he finished telling him how he did everything with her in brief. "I had buried her in that graveyard by myself, and you know what I had named her," he smirked. "Devil's Innocent Angel, She was mine and I was the Devil and she was pure Innocent Angel whom I ruined,But I don't regret a single moment spent with her, she was delicious just like her blood",he said and his laughter echoed in the whole room.

Chapter 1 Lyra's POV I wrapped my legs tighter around his waist, pulling him closer against me. My body was on fire, every nerve ending screaming for more contact. His deep groan vibrated through his chest and into mine, making everything inside me clench with desperate need. My fingers dug into his shirt as he continued kissing and sucking at my neck. He grabbed my waist, half-pulling, half-lifting me toward the bedroom. I felt more like a doll being moved than a person being carried. I knew this was wrong. I knew I shouldn't be here in his arms, and shouldn't be enjoying every second of this forbidden moment.

“It’s open. Anyone could come in.” “Oh.” He stepped back, the heat between us cooling for a split second as he pulled away. “Is that so?” I nodded. Part of me wanted this, wanted him, but the other part was terrified of being caught. “Okay,” he muttered. He reached down and picked up the books from the floor, straightening his suit as he walked back to his seat. I stood there, frozen. I didn’t expect him to flip a switch like that, going from a lover to a cold professor in a heartbeat.

And revenge. For his dangerous tattooed queen. The one who killed him. The one he would make his, no matter how many lifetimes it took. This is a streamy Dark Fantasy Werewolf Romance book you don't want to miss for anything. Believe me when I tell you, you don't want to miss this.

“He saved me once. From drowning. Left me a note. Then another one. And now he’s acting like I’m the one who bit him. What’s his deal?” She started folding my clothes from the first bag. Very slow. Very precise. Like she was trying not to throw something. “He’s… private.” “Private. Right. That’s code for ‘vampire with issues,’ isn’t it?” No answer. She just kept folding. I leaned against the desk, arms crossed. “Does he hate everyone or just me? Because the way he looked at me like I personally ruined his whole day, it felt personal.” Still nothing. “Nicole. Come on. Girl to girl. Throw me a bone.”

His bedroom looked nothing like a place to rest, it was more like a clear picture of Dravon as a man himself. The shelves craved into the stone wall, line with so many books and artillery designs, was enough to almost give me a nose bleed. I tried to look away, but I couldn’t. There was something eerie about the books I couldn’t quite place. The leather covers it bore wasn’t the usual type of book covers, but it had something this feel like it was from of old. And the titles of some of the books I saw, I realized I couldn’t even read it out.

More… specific. I read romance novels and decided the first step to getting his attention was to make him see me as something other than Jane’s little friend. I started wearing shorter skirts when I knew I’d see him. Tighter tops. I’d pull my hair up to expose my neck, mimicking gestures I’d seen in movies. But he never gave me a second glance. Not until I went for the nuclear option. Last night, I sent him photos. Not just any photos. Explicit ones. Carefully angled, lit by the dim lamp in my dorm room, leaving nothing to the imagination. I sent them to his private email, the one I’d memorized from seeing it on paperwork years ago.