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Infinitely Ours" Romance Series (Buenovela) (Goodnovel) Libro 1 Cuando dejas tu corazon atras - Book 1 "When you leave your heart behind" Libro 2 Mi Corazon te pertenece - Book 2 My Heart will be yours Power & Temptation Mafia Series (Buenovela) (Goodnovel) Libro 1 Mafia Italiana - Book 1 Italian Mafia Libro 2 IVANOV, Mafia Rusa (Only A****n /Unlimited Kindle)

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It was Damian, wearing only his white shirt, and stood with his arms folded by the door as he watched us both. “You’re here to do your job, not throw compliments at my wife,” Damian scolded. Fabio seemed taken aback but bowed slightly to apologize. The smile quickly vanished from my face. “All done,” Fabio said. “How do I look, Fabio?” I asked, and Fabio kissed his hand to gesture how beautiful I was. I couldn’t help but let out a little laugh, which obviously was me just trying to test Damian’s patience. Fabio had arranged my hair into a neat low bun with a lacy bow. “Ciao, sweetie,”

“It sounds… like it should be yours, only yours. ‘Mon amour.’ My love.” I blushed, my heart pounding in my chest. “You know I don’t speak French.” He pressed a soft kiss to my forehead. “Then I will teach you… one kiss at a time.” I laughed, a trembling, delicate sound. He pulled me into his arms, holding me so close I could feel the strength of his desire, the depth of his longing that he had never released. His fingers drifted over my skin, tracing patterns I had never known I knew. Every caress was a poem. Every caress was a confession.

The room smelled of cedar, old books, and something darker—arousal, perhaps, and the faint scent of an aphrodisiac. He didn’t turn. “Lock the door.” She did. The click echoed like a sentence being passed. “Stand in the center of the room. Hands behind your back.” Ivy obeyed, positioning herself under the single overhead light. The choker caught the glow, gleaming like a collar of moonlight. Gabriel turned slowly. His eyes swept over her—the net material clinging to her breasts, nipples hard from the cold and fear. her full, rounded ass protruding through the holes, practically begging to be released. He smiled—slow, predatory—more satisfied than he had imagined she would look when he bought

“Shouldn’t come in? Shouldn’t tell you how fucking hard it is to keep my hands off you? You kissed me back, Malia so don’t bother pretending.” “That was…” she stammered, hugging the book against her chest like it was armor. “That was a mistake.” I smirked, climbing onto the edge of her bed, ignoring the way she shrank back against the headboard. “Funny. It didn’t feel like a mistake, it felt like you finally stopped lying to yourself.” Her chest rose and fell too fast. I could see it in her eyes, panic tangled with want. “You’re making this harder than it has to be.”

God, he was every fantasy I’d ever had, carved to perfection. His lips hovered against my ear as his breath fanned hot over my skin. “How come I didn't know you were this damn sexy?” he murmured, his voice dark velvet. The robe slid from my shoulders with a whisper and pooled at my feet, leaving me bare beneath his hungry gaze.

North’s POV Maybe because before Fabio, my romantic history barely existed outside of crushes, fantasies, and awkward almost relationships that never became real. I had never truly dated anyone before him. A complete virgin. Completely inexperienced. And somehow the first man I genuinely fell for turned out to be the devil wearing a tailored suit. Like every manipulative person on this earth, Fabio started off perfect. Painfully perfect. He remembered tiny details about me after one conversation. He sent food to my apartment during late study nights. Bought flowers for my mother after hearing she liked orchids. Called me beautiful in ways that made my chest ache.

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At the centre of the table was a large, silver goblet, which seemed to shimmer in the light. Along the walls of the room were several bookcases, filled with ancient tomes and texts, all written in a language that looked like a combination of Greek and Latin. Above the bookcases hung portraits of the previous Lycan council members, each one staring down from their frame with an almost lifelike intensity. The elders listened intently, but Liam could tell that they were still sceptical. When he finished, there was a long moment of silence. Finally, one of the elders spoke.