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She reached out, her fingers brushing the side of my face, and I shivered. Her touch was cold, so cold it burned. And yet, it ignited something in me—a desire I couldn’t control. I wanted her to keep touching me, even as the terror coiled deep within my gut. Her hand slid down my neck, her fingers grazing my chest, and a sharp gasp escaped my throat. It was wrong, I knew it, but I couldn’t pull away. The air between us seemed to hum with a magnetic force. My skin prickled under her touch, and something inside me stirred—something dark, something forbidden.

“Too much of it. You wander. You indulge. You grow… distracted, and I have not stopped you. Ever.” The word landed heavily. Lucien’s fingers curled slowly at his sides. “I have not failed you,” he said. “No,” Alaric agreed. “But I believe you are in search of something far more dangerous.” Lucien looked at him. “And what is that?” Alaric’s eyes darkened. “Attachment.” The door of the courtroom opened. The sound echoed through the room. Lucien turned instinctively. She walked in calmly and unhurried, like she belonged there.

But then, he froze. "I'm sorry," he gasped, jumping back as if he had been burned. He was shaking. "We can't do this. I shouldn't be touching you. You are Zayn’s mate. It is a crime... it is forbidden to touch another man's mate." "Zayn is not my mate!" I cried out. I wanted to scream it so the whole world could hear. "You feel it too, Ezekiel. I know you do. You can feel that we belong together!"

A man I knew I wasn’t supposed to dream of—much less touch—because it was forbidden, complicated, bound by limits. And yet, here I was—eyes closed, breathing between his kisses, savoring every brush of his lips against mine, every touch, every quiet claim he made on my body. And despite everything that made this wrong… In this moment, I chose not to think.

I wanted to treasure his body for a while but his eyes suddenly averted to me. I jerked off uncomfortably before making my way to the chained dog. His voice came out sharply holding the weight lifter in his hand, " It doesn't like others'presence." I stuck out my tongue and replied almost mumbling my words, " I will just try touching it. He is chained already." His warning did not affect me. I was excited to meet that chubby shepherd and grinned widely when it continued barking anonymously. I felt the urge to hug the dog but still, a part of me showed resistance. Dylan had warned me already. Now if I got bitten by the dog, he wouldn't even bother to help me out.

One touch is never enough. From a devout preacher's wife who hides her insatiable thirst behind the pulpit, to a mysterious stranger who offers a night of pleasure with no names and no limits. Every encounter is electric. Every kiss, a claim. Hearts will race. Bodies will ache. And once you give in to the flesh… there’s no turning back.

When Tierra pulled her hand away, she gasped, staring at her hand. "What's wrong?" Damien asked. Tierra turned her hand so he could see. Anger, fear and pain washed over his face. "No, no, no, no, no. I have to take you to the doctor." He said when he saw the blood on her hand "I can't. Slaves are not allowed to-we're not allowed to go to the doctor. Everything we go through, our bodies need to fight through it." She laid back down. She could barely breathe.

His breath was hot in my ear and it sent shivers down my spine. My fingers hovered barely an inch over his skin and the temptation to touch him was great. I wanted to feel him under my fingertips, roam his body with my hands. But I didn’t. I’d never touch anyone without their permission. Though I didn’t care to ponder why I allowed him to touch me. It didn’t cross my mind to forbid him to touch me. It felt too damn good. He was more than a good fuck and I don't regret our moments although, my brothers would tear Sebastian apart if they knew.

CHAPTER 28 Miriam's Pov I felt so secure been in his arms as he lay me down the bed, his six pack body seems so tempting as I did caresses every bit of him, kissing my ear lobe and touching at my cheeks kissing at it too, I felt his hands goes off me, I opened my eyes seeing him backing off me, I looked so puzzle, why would he suddenly stop half way "Did I do you wrong?" I queried Lawrence Morrison "No, Maybe we'll do this sometime soon" he told me

Seoliel glared at the creature. The creature laughed and looked like he was remembering a distant fun memory. "Yes, I remember saying that. It was a distant dream back then, but now that I have my body back, I could feel my fingers touching it-" The creature raised his hand and looked at his palm while he spoke, however, he couldn't finish his sentence when Seoliel interfered. "What fingers? You don't have even a single one though?" She pretended like a fool as she tilted her head with an annoying smile plastered on her face. Seoliel has cut off the creature's ten fingers with her magic energy.