Fierce Love Book Novels & Stories

Felix loved her a lot but this girl could also make his life miserable. Also, she was not scared of him a bit. *l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l*

I'm nervous in a way that I haven't been nervous in years. This book feels more vulnerable than the others. The first book was testimony. The second book was about healing. But this book is about my marriage. This book is about Dominic and me and the specific work that we've done. This book is me saying to the world: This is what real love looks like. The first reading is in New York. The bookstore is packed. More people than I expected. People who've read my other books. People who've heard about the foundation. People who are curious about what comes after survival and transformation.

A presence. The world narrowed to that single point of contact. The silent, living proof that the night had left more than a memory. Her shield of anger, that carefully maintained fortress of ice, didn’t shatter. It cracked. A fine, hairline fracture, starting right beneath her palm and spiderwebbing out through her entire being. Through the cracks, something else rushed in. It wasn’t gentle. It was a torrent, violent and overwhelming, stealing the air from her chest. A fierce, terrifying love.

Again. Listening to him speak was like hearing the sound of a chalk being grated against a board. He spoke smoothly. And there was nothing I could do but listen. Of course I could unfreeze him but what would that get me. It was useless doing that. “You sound so protective of her, Dar. This is the first time I've seen you angry and over protective of someone. Other than the fact that she is your mate, there is something off about the way you over her. And he'll jo, it's not lust. I can read right through you like a book, Darius. I already know the answer but just for formality, I'll ask you. Do you love her?”

To make it scream. I focused on the heat of Kairi’s hand in mine after our first kiss. On the devastating weight of the journal’s words. On the cold perfection of the void. On the searing joy of our reunion. I took every extreme, every contradiction of our love and our pain, and I amplified it. I poured it out from us in a roaring, psychic torrent of pure, defiant feeling. It was the antithesis of the silent grey. It was a supernova of messy, glorious, infuriating life.

But the memory of her thighs trembling around me, the memory of her pussy walls clenching around my fingers… it was very fresh in my mind, so NO! I couldn’t be calm. Hearing her confess to Mila about how she had always wanted me and how she had deliberately planned our escapades, it triggered my own buried lust, I have never been more turned on in my life. I squeezed my eyes shut. I know I shouldn’t have touched her– shouldn’t have given in. I shouldn’t have let my anger turn into lust. I shouldn’t have… “Dian!” Her voice. Sharp and desperate. Then footsteps followed, it sounded fast and determined.

A warm love that wasn't disgusting. THE END

Lucien said stiffly. I looked upwards in irritation. This was not right. I have been with so many women, and I know that it was not so easy to force love. Plus, Andrea was a bit more difficult than the others. I literally had to force her to kiss me. Oh, that was what the seer was saying, I palmed my forehead as I moved over to the small library shelf at the side of he office. I took the book that was centred on mates, and dropped it right back. I couldn’t count how many times that I had read that book, and it never really gave any clue on what to do.

She felt a strong hand beneath her arm, then felt herself being picked up, and carried, as he sprinted with her out of the cottage, through the thicket of branches, and into the forest. As the pains struck her, again and again, she felt herself being carried through the forest, and saw the trees whirling by her at super speed. She felt the rage building inside of her. The desire to feed. To kill. Her body was changing rapidly, and as she squirmed in his arms, she didn’t know how much longer she could keep it under control. Caleb finally stopped, set her down, and stood her on her feet. He held her squarely by the shoulders, and looked directly at her.