Novel & Cerita Fierce Love Book

I confessed and my eyes flickered subtly. Selene's lips moved and more tears rolled down her face. "Then, do you love her?" My jaw clenched. My heart stirred slightly but I ignored the strange feeling and steeled my eyes on Selene. "I love you," I confessed. Right. Selene was the only woman I loved.

she breathlessly says she brings me into a kiss. All I can think of now is her. Everything about her. Her amazing body. Her amazing personality and her character. Everything she is to me. I want to serve her, if that makes sense. Once we both naked she pushes me onto the bed and straddles me. "Ms. Black... You have been taking care of me all this time, it's my turn to take care of you." she whispers in my ear as she runs her warm hands down my body. My mind is everywhere right now. My senses are all alive as I feel her hands on me. Sparks of sensation passing through every nerve in my body. This is what it feels when you with the person you truly love.

The scent hit me—musky, inviting—and I leaned in, tongue flicking out to lap at her folds while the vines held me taut. She moaned soft, fingers tangling in my hair. 'Yes, Silas. Worship me. Let it ground you.' I dove deeper, tongue circling her clit, tasting her sweetness as she rocked against my mouth. The beast quieted a fraction, hunger shifting from rage to this raw need. Her thighs trembled around my face, slick and warm, and I sucked gently, drawing out her gasps. Emotions flooded me—love, fierce and unspoken, mixing with the desperation to hold on. The cottage faded, just her taste, her sounds, the vines biting into my skin.

I defend myself with my honest truth. Fabian shakes his head again and shoots me a glare, “I would have believed you on another occasion because I'm so blindly in love with you that I believe every fucking word you say, I should have figured this out earlier, you said you would never give birth, you said that earlier in this marriage, I thought you were joking I didn't know you meant it, I didn't know you could be this evil, the doctor said you were fine, I should have known that this relationship was one-sided, Now I'm beginning to think about all the lies that you have told me in the past that I'm unable to figure out,” his hurtful accusations were bruising my fragile heart. “That's not tr

Without conscious thought, she commanded the fire within her to manifest. In an instant, her hand ignited in a brilliant display of flames, casting an ethereal glow upon her face. The fire danced and flickered, hungry for its own vengeance. With a simple gesture, she unleashed the flames, engulfing the encroaching werewolves in a scorching inferno.

“You did this. All of it. Don’t let them twist it.” I swallowed, the warmth of his words searing deeper than I meant to let them. “You’re staring,” he said quietly. “So are you.” “Yeah,” he murmured. “I can’t stop.” Heat spread through me—not embarrassment, not desire, something deeper. Something dangerously close to awe. He loved me. God, he loved me. And it wasn’t gentle. It wasn’t soft. It wasn’t romantic in any fairytale sense. It was fierce. Consuming.

But deep down, something inside me has already changed and there’s no going back. Author’s Note. She gave everything, her heart, her hope, her soul to a man who only knew how to destroy. But even shattered things find a way to shine again… And sometimes, love doesn’t come with safety. Sometimes, it waits in the eyes of the one you were told never to want. This is her journey...raw, aching, and beautifully forbidden. If you’re ready to fall with her… turn the page. Ur baddie author, Alicia p is back👌

But the love— That stays. It burns through me like wildfire—raw and unforgiving, but real. The only part of him I have left. And as I rise to my feet, blood on my lips and vengeance in my chest, I know one thing with brutal, perfect clarity: Henry gave me his heart. Now I’m going to finish this for him. Fiona collapses to her knees, her scream silent but soul-shattering. I watch her hands claw into the mud, like she’s trying to rip time backwards.

He had insisted that stupid girl, the source of all his trouble, was on the island. Kyle had gotten into such a rage, he hadn’t been able to control himself. Not only had this girl made him chase her up the entire East Coast, not only had she made him miss the war, but now she was forcing him to board a boat, to cross water. He had marched up to the first docked yacht he had seen, leapt on board, and had killed the entire crew on the spot. He’d thrown them all overboard, had hijacked their boat, and he and the Russian had taken off. At least killing them had taken the edge off of his rage.

He kissed her neck, her jaw, her lips—pouring three years of missing her into every touch. Pyhna’s pleasure built again, steady and powerful. She clenched around him, nails lightly scratching his back over his scars. “I love you, Fabian. So much.” “I love you too,” he growled, thrusting deeper. One hand slipped between them, rubbing her clit in gentle circles. She came again with a shuddering moan, pulling him over the edge with her. Fabian buried himself deep, groaning her name as he spilled inside her, hot pulses filling her completely.