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A sliver of ice lodged deep in my spine when he tilted his head just so, watching me with that quiet amusement, as if he were waiting for me to catch onto some unspoken joke at my expense. His smile never reached his eyes. They stayed cold, assessing—like a jeweler appraising a flawed diamond. Sometimes, mid-kiss, his grip would tighten a second too long, as if testing how much pressure my bones could take. When he bit my lip, the pain was a bright spark—a promise of darker flames to come. And the shameful truth? I reveled in it, in the exquisite edge between desire and danger. In the way he made me feel both precious and disposable. It was a game, one I pretended not to know the rules to. B

" She screamed my name as loud as she could while she wrapped her hands around my arms. I leaned closer to her and she quickly grabbed my lips soft and breathless. My tongue slid between her parted lips, exploring her slowly. Fuck! Corvina is the best kisser I have ever come across. I said to myself. Her kiss was soft letting me even want more while I was still kissing her. I tested her lips with so much passion and claimed them as though they belonged to me. "Of course, they did belong to me for now."

I mutter to the bartender, a grizzled guy with tattoos snaking up his arms like vines and eyes that see too much but say absolutely nothing. He pours without a word, slides the glass over with a nod. I knock it back in one go, the burn racing down my throat like liquid fire, chasing away the lingering ghost of Damien's cologne from my mind sandalwood mixed with leather and raw power, the scent that still turns my stomach after all this time, triggering flashes of that night every time it hits me unexpectedly. Damien Blackwood. Twenty nine now, the same age as me, but living in a world so far removed from mine it might as well be another planet.

I would relax, breathing through my nose as I deep-throated him, feeling that curve nudge past my tonsils until my lips finally kissed the base of his dick, buried deep in the dark curls of his pubic hair. The scent there would probably be clean sweat mixed with that sharp, prohibitively expensive cologne and it would make my head spin. And then riding him... oh, fuck. I’d straddle his lap, sinking down onto that unrelenting length, feeling it split me open and stretch my pussy walls until I’m gasping, full to the absolute brim. I’d grind slow, rolling my hips so every ridge and vein drags against my clit from the inside, building a pressure so intense I’d start bouncing hard, slamming down,

WARNING: Dark Romance, Dubious Consent (Drugging/Somnophilia), Supernatural/Beast Content, Choking, Spanking, Breeding, Marking/Biting, Strong Language, Graphic Sexual Content, Creampies, All Holes Used. The sun finally dipped below the jagged horizon of the Blackwood Range, and with it, the human mask I wore during the day began to itch. I sat across from her in our small, cozy cottage-the domestic lie we lived. To her, I was Thorne, the quiet woodsman who had rescued her from the city's chaos. She didn't see the shadow that lived behind my eyes, nor did she feel the way my marrow burned with a hunger that only her blood and her sex could sate.

Everything under the canopy smells sweet and exquisite. He sets my ass on the edge of the table without breaking the kiss's spell. My legs stay around his waist. We’re still fully dressed, but he grinds his hips forward, pressing that thick boner against my pussy through my riding pants. The friction from the ride hasn’t faded at all. I’m already soaked. “Fuck, Diana,” he growls against my lips, rolling his hips again, round and dirty. “You were dripping on that saddle the whole time?” I laugh carelessly into his mouth. “Shut up. Your dick was rock hard against my ass. Don’t act like you weren’t losing your shit too.”

He asked, gently sliding the linen on my skin and I shuddered in pleasure. “I do.” “Give me a safe word.” He said, covering my sight with the black linen until all I could see was black mixed with red from the lights. “Vanilla,” I responded as his fingers caressed my neck and then made their way to my lips. Without hesitation, I took his index finger into my mouth, then his middle finger, and sucked on them as if my life depended on them. “Fuck.” Davin whispered in satisfaction. “Why vanilla?” “That's my favorite scent,” I replied after he took his fingers out of my mouth and he hummed slightly in understanding.

I didn't care, I just knew that it was fantastic. With every lick, the ember of my desire burned brighter, threatening to catch into a full blown blaze at any moment. I felt my temperature rising, the heat consuming me from within. Tremors rocked my body as his tongue fanned the sparks that my body nursed. I felt the heat rising, felt the smoke, and where there's smoke, there's always fire. When the flame ignited, my eyes squeezed shut. Delicious licks of fire washed over my every nerve, intensifying every sensation that I felt. The red color of the flames was all I could see, and my ears roared with the intensity of the flame.

“You’re welcome, but for what?” “Everything.” That, along with the deeper kiss he pressed to her lips, was answer enough. ****** Author’s Notes I love futuristic, post-apocalyptic, and/or dystopian fiction. I wouldn’t want to live it, of course, but it’s fun to imagine how bad things could get, and how good people would function in the aftermath. In this book, I also explored a bit how harsh times make even good people do some questionable things. Can you forgive a good character if he (or she) does something morally ambiguous for the ones they love? I like complex characters and questions like that. I hope I gave a modicum of competency to exploring the idea.

she had tears in her eyes, "I need you to marry me and you would." "What if I say No?" She said, "You have no choice." I looked up at Zachary, "Give her the annexure." To be continued….. The journey from hatred to love. They have a long journey to pass. If you like this book. Please add this to your libraries. Tune in for more updates Till the next time With love Purva Narang (Your Author)