Delicious In Dungeon Marcille Love Interest นิยาย & เรื่องราว

I reprimanded her as I gave her cereal back and got up to fix myself something to eat. “Heyyyy, who's this guy anyway?” Darcy asked, following me into the kitchen. I thought about her question for a while and shrugged, because apart from the fact that he told me his name was Marcello, I didn't know a thing about him. Well, except that he kills my lovers for fun, he's possessive and most likely obsessed, and he might also be a stalker. But those are not the kind of things you tell your friend, especially one with no filter like Darcy.

"With Marcus." I blinked. "Wait—Camille and Marcus?" Kane shrugged. "Let’s just say, they kind of hit it off and she isn’t thinking about bringing you fruit anymore." I gasped, half in shock, half in amusement. "Oh my, Marcus? I didn’t even know..." Kane cut me off by handing me a small silver bowl filled with sweet berries. "Forget Camille. Eat this instead." I looked at him suspiciously. "Where did you even get these?"

“One in Yörd, one in Saint Rowe, two in Brisa, one in Listeria and… no way, one in the village? You never told me about it.” I was looking at the map trying to connect the red dots with the city names Jane was saying, until she reached the last one. She was not lying, there was a dot placed right at the center of the elven village. “It’s impossible. Other than Cedric’s candidates, Lada was the only child there with me. They would have noticed my behavior just like you did. There is no way another human was living that close the whole time.” “Well, I doubt I made a mistake performing the spell since it perfectly located us. It’s a shame I didn’t notice there was another impostor among the elv

“Jealous much?” Delona rolled her eyes. “Hardly. But you’re definitely more insufferable now.” “Don’t mind her,” I said, grinning. “Tell us, was it everything you dreamed of?” Hazel let out a dreamy sigh. “Better. Darius is just… perfect.” Delona and I exchanged amused looks. “Perfect, huh?” Delona teased, finally putting her phone down. “Don’t worry, Mel, maybe your mate will be half as decent as Darius.”

Not irritation. Confirmation. “I don’t lie to you, you know that more than anyone else, Dominic.” Marcel said calmly. “She’s my mate. I have her waiting for me in my bedroom.” That stopped me cold for half a second. Then: “Then what the hell are you doing here? If she is in your bedroom, why are you here?” “Performing my duty.” He said, looking away from me. “She had to remind me that this was part of it.” The word hit like a blade.

“You’ve been thinking about this all night, haven’t you? Wondering what I’d do to you once everyone was gone.” “Yes,” I breathed, spreading my legs wider for him without shame. “I’ve been wet since you tasted my chocolate sauce off your finger during the tasting and looked at me like you wanted to devour me instead of the dessert.” Marco’s hazel eyes darkened with raw lust. He reached for a bowl of warm, melted dark chocolate he’d prepared earlier and held it above me. With deliberate slowness, he drizzled a thick, sensual line down my neck, between my full breasts, and across my stomach. The warm liquid made me gasp, the contrast of heat against my skin was intoxicating.

She held a champagne flute with slender fingers, her smile polite, her laughter measured. But Marcus had seen it, the way her gaze would flicker to him when she thought no one was watching, the way her lips would part slightly, the hunger in her dark eyes that mirrored the beast pacing in his own chest. She was bored. She was starving. And he was the feast. During dessert, a delicate raspberry torte Elena had spent all afternoon perfecting, Marcus slipped away to the patio, claiming he needed a cigarette. He didn’t smoke, but it was a reliable excuse, a signal in their world of unspoken codes.

I commented. "Darling, this is Diego's wife. Sage" Marcel stood beside her as he spoke and her eyes lit up as she stared at me then she turned to Diego whom she engulfed in a brief hug. "Sage, meet my wife and world's best chef, Lilian Fernandez" The love in Marcel's eyes as she held Lilian and introduced her to me was evident and heartwarming. He looked at her like he fell for her over again. For some reason, I felt jealous of them.

A possessive jealousy darkening my spirits even more. “Hmmm, let me check,” Elle says, opening her MacBook, her fingers sprawling across the keyboard in rapid pace. Not even a minute later, she looks up, before turning the screen in my direction. “Found him,” she says in the quiet room, as Damon and I hunch down to see the picture. “His name is Dillon, a warrior from Northern Lakes, who is mated.” “What’s his full name?” I ask, my eyes pitch black as Ares forces himself forward, begging for control.

"Yeah! Is it delicious, huh? Delicious! Is it so delicious what the animal Dexter did to you there in his bed? Huh? How many times have you been out? Tell me? I'll get past by that!" Delicious! Yummy Margaux bit her lip and closed her eyes, sensing Declan's aroused penis while pumping inside and out in her delicacy. Margaux's only sensation is the relish Declan is giving her now that she has no idea where his rage came from. That was supposed to be a lie, but it was right where she was now, in the young man's Cadillac, with her hands still tied as Declan pounced inside her. Her femininity is also suffering as a result of Declan's pennis, which was unexpectedly inserted inside her.