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he hisses as he thrust into her. Like a traitor, her body reacts before her mind can intervene. Her back arches up into him, desperate, instinctive, answering him with a hunger she can’t pretend away. She presses closer, pulling him down against her as if her body recognizes something her head doesn’t want to name.

Her body was begging him clearly. And then, he did not even need to ask again because pulling her face from her arm, she looked into his eyes. He noticed they were glossy. His eyes never break the intense eye-contact and soon he heard her murmuring, “Please, Hades.” She asked him by looking straight into his eyes which he enjoyed the most, and he understood what she meant. She was just feeling shy to complete that sentence. A slow and sly smirk appeared on his lips before he said, “Gladly, baby.”

She wants it so bad, and I can’t lie, I want it too. My mouth leaves her breast, and I flip her over. She wriggles out of her shorts, and I’m freeing my aching dick in my pants. “I knew you won’t resist,” she teases, biting her lips as she looks at me. “You’ll never get enough of me.” “Bitch,” I hiss. God, she makes me so fucking angry. What the fuck! Her fingers reach into the seat and bring out a condom. “It came in handy after all,” she flirts, passing it to me.

And now that this woman here is telling me the same thing I think I’m about to believe it. “Your mother Meredith is our queen that makes you her daughter the heir.” I shook my head. “I can’t be a witch okay? I just can’t?” Her face became serious. “Are you denying your true nature?!” She looked me with her cold eyes and I just want to run because I am so scared of her. “No… no it’s just that…” “You’re already in love with that boy.” I am surprised when she said out of the blue. Boy? Nicolas? I’m in love with him? How?

With gritted theeths he spat, And jerked her away. ( You see him as one, but he's not in real, focus on what I've said, don't put pressure on your mind). Stepping out of her room, he made his way towards his own room, he couldn't understand why he even went in there?. But one thing was clear, she was mesmerizing, and he can't wait too long to devour her. ▪️▪️▪️▪️▪️▪️▪️▪️▪️▪️▪️▪️▪️▪️▪️

Nothing else was heard except the wet sounds and gurgles from her throat and his groans and moans. Nothing felt better than her regardless of what they were doing. He’d pick watching her boring girls show with her over fucking the most popular models that threw themselves at him. That was how gone he was. He was irrevocably hers. And she was his. His to hold, touch, fuck and his to ruin. She was a baby lamb and he was a wolf. Prey and predator. He looked at her. Even with a cock fucking her throat she was so gorgeous it hurt to look at her.

She loved listening to that deep, huskiness and knowing that she was the reason for it. "Fucking garter, baby, I'm so gonna fuck you to hell and back in it." He leaned closer to her ear. "And we won't even be close to done yet." Holy fuck. The darkened head of his cock teased her as the words rolled off his tongue in their deep resonance. Her eyes begged him and she tried to pull him closer to where she needed him most. His hand took both of hers and locked them in one of his again. And in one powerful thrust, he entered her, filling her, loving her.

She reached for him, her hands sliding over his chest, down to his hips, pulling him closer. “I need you,” she whispered, her voice trembling with desire. Helios groaned, his hands gripping her hips as he positioned himself at her entrance. He pushed into her slowly, both of them gasping as he filled her. He stopped when he was fully inside her, giving her time to adjust, his hands gripping her hips, his breath coming in ragged gasps.

V. We stood there shocked as we watched the girl and her friends or brothers, I think, walked away. I have to say that I was a little hurt that she did not like us. I mean, I was quite attracted to her. She had this whole badass aura surrounding her, as well as a carefree one that just pulls me to her. I know that she is the one. I do not care if she is the next queen of England, I will have her. Alex (P.O.V.)

I pleaded, looking straight into her eyes. “Hey, please look at me. What are you thinking about? Tell me, please,” I asked again, frustration in my voice. She bit her lower lip, steadied herself, then finally looked at me. “He’s angry, Lucas,” she whispered. “He still affects you this much, huh?” I chuckled bitterly. I stepped away from her and sighed, biting my lip as I felt a sharp ache in my chest. “Do you still like him?” I asked after a long silence.