Dive In Deep 소설 & 이야기

Lucien's POV "Are you familiar with a head dive?" I exhaled as I tucked my hands into my pockets. Her face was pale and her expression freezing as she stared at me. Of course, she knew. Most did, even if they had never experienced it. A head dive was a gift mastered only by the most disciplined alphas, allowing us to tap into another’s subconscious. It was a rare ability, yes, but also a powerful one. Sometimes it could be dangerous, but at this point, I was running out of options.

Listening to Viola's blatant lies, I let out a cold laugh and slowly clapped. "Is that so? You can really talk nonsense and even call this a misunderstanding, can't you?" With that, I grabbed the dive logbook and pointed at my entry time. "Look at the logs, everyone! I started diving at 10:48 am. Standard safety protocol states that if there's no signal for 20 minutes, the surface crew has to pull the ropes to check on the diver.

Good. I grab a towel and walk down to the shore. The sand is cool under my feet, soft and damp. The moon paints the water in silver streaks, and when I step in, the chill climbs my legs like a dare. I keep going until the water is at my waist, then dive in. The world goes silent. Beneath the surface, there’s nothing but stillness. No whispers, no memories, no Draven. Just the muffled rhythm of my heartbeat and the weightless peace of being somewhere that doesn’t ask questions.

Lucia said with a malicious smile. I couldn't follow, so I stared at her, perplexed. She explained, "Back then, I was the one who damaged my own diving mask, but I had told Raphael the day before that I'd seen you tampering with my diving gear. He said you wouldn't have done anything of the sort, that you were probably just checking, and told me not to worry. "After that, I almost drowned in that dive. From then on, he lost all faith in you and believed you had done it on purpose. Now that you're divorcing Gabe, I thought I'd let you leave with your eyes open!"

"Just focus on the dive." Callum's expression hardened. The mask of the arrogant prick slid back into place instantly. "Fine. Be a martyr. See if I care." The dive was a nightmare. We were tasked with scouting a submerged ventilation shaft in the lower levels to see if it could be used as an escape route. The water was a thick, opaque green, filled with floating debris and the lingering scent of chemicals. Usually, our synchronicity was our greatest strength. We moved as one, a single entity cutting through the water. But today, the rhythm was broken.

Sun beams down on my skin, ocean water slapping over my toes and I fall to my knees. My head in my hands, as my teeth clench so tight I feel like… Like I… I scream. Loud and careless. I don’t let the tears fall, but I feel them prickle the back of my eyes. I feel Cyrus stand at my back, silent, waiting to be needed, but I don’t look back as I stand and walk into the cold ocean. The water sends goosebumps over every inch of my skin as I push myself further in until it’s deep enough to dive into.

PREFACE Welcome to the dark and delicious world of Plunge In Deep, Daddy. Please note that this is not a sweet love story. This is raw, filthy, and unapologetically dirty. Expect intense Daddy kink, rough claiming, possessive obsession, breeding, and steamy scenes that will leave you breathless. Our heroines don't just fall for the older men but they get completely owned by them, body and soul. If you’re looking for soft romance, this isn’t the book for you but if you crave dark passion, wicked pleasure, and a man who takes what he wants without apology… then dive in deep, baby.

The wet sounds of his cock sliding in and out of her dripping pussy filled the room. She came again, her pussy pulsing around his thick shaft. Waves of pleasure rolled through her, making her moan his name. Her juices coated his cock and ran down her legs. Professor Kane kept fucking her through it, not slowing down. He grabbed a handful of her hair and pulled her head back slightly, making her back arch more. “Again,” he demanded. “Come on my cock again.”

It was as though he disappeared somewhere away from the buzzing world of New York. Freediving has always been exciting to him. It has always filled his life with the greatest of joy. Being under the water just feels like morphing into an aquatic paradise and discovering a new world. The adrenaline, the risk, the danger, and uncertainty. The joy of the journey of diving down to another world is something he would always die for. It's like sex—no, it's more euphoric than sex. It's like drugs—no, it gives more pleasure than what drugs can give. Or is it more like alcohol? Absolutely not. In fact, never, in thousands of years, will Jacob choose to be obliterated by alcohol over the sea.

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