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I will do everything within my power to keep her that way. When she speaks to them, she has this saddened look on her face. She misses them obviously. That hurts me. I won’t lie. But when she’s with me, I dare to say she seems to be happy. I know that she has developed some kind of feelings for me just as I have for her. It’s clear and should be simple except it’s far from that. But how deep are those feelings of hers, I wonder? “You really make the best coffee. I need to know your secret.” She closes her eyes as she takes a sip and my own zero in on her lips. Those magical lips that taste and feel so divine.

He kissed her deeply, pouring his feelings, silently telling her that he missed her so much. . #TBC

There's something about the way she enjoys being with me as much as I enjoy being with her. She looks up at me with those beautiful eyes, and I lose myself in her. I love the way she looks at me when I'm inside her, part awe, part affection and also something else. I cling to the affection. I hadn't realized how badly I needed it until Celine showed me what I've been missing by powering through my life. I need her.

The kind that crept in despite himself. Then he reached down and scooped her into his arms, and the way he held her—there was no denying it. He adored her. The way his hand rested against her back, the way he kissed her hair without thinking…it was instinct. Pure affection, deeply embedded. And honestly, it made me a little jealous. Just slightly. I wanted to be loved like that as well. “You’re getting better at manipulation,” he teased, voice low. “Your tantrums come with strategy now.”

As if she were made for him to hold exactly like this. He'd wanted to since the first day he saw her and had been fighting it every damn day since. There was no falling in love. No, that ship had long since sailed. He'd been in love with her and now, he understood with ruthless clarity the depth. He loved her deeply, fiercely, painfully. He loved her with the kind of devotion that could level a kingdom or rebuild one. His throat tightened. His eyes burned before he forced the heat down, swallowing hard. He closed his eyes, letting the feeling move through him, letting her warmth sink into the parts of him he thought frozen.

Her silky voice danced along the edges of my mind, threatening to pull me under into her silky depths, and I couldn't help but feel my heart swell with affection for this captivating and mysterious woman. “Oh, my dear, you can count on it.” My voice was deep and husky, confirming the depth of my sheer desire for her. She was proving to be someone I could never live without, and luckily for me, I’d never have to. Convinced she would change her mind, someday, and allow me to change her into something supernatural, I was content.

Those charming and intense grey orbs that still managed to grasp her heartbeats. There was a passion, intensity, a ferociousness, a desire. A want. A need. And most of these all, affection. Or maybe it wasn't just affection.... Love. It was love. He looked at her as if she was the most precious thing to him in this world. She was aware that he was controlling himself.

Unintentionally a lone tear left her eye and settled as a droplet on his bare chest. His cold body and her warm body lightened the love between them. She was not in love with him, it was just affection and endearment for him which took hold of her heart. But it was worth it. Even this little thing made her afraid to lose him. He was everything to her, she wanted to spent the days of her life with him.

“I’m not just saying it because it sounds nice or because we’ve been together for a while. I want this. I want us. And I want you to know that you’ll always have me.” I watched her carefully, trying to gauge if she was speaking from her heart or just saying what she thought I wanted to hear. But her eyes—those deep brown eyes—told me everything I needed to know. She wasn’t just saying it for the sake of saying it. She meant it. The words came from a place of true affection, of something far more profound than I had expected.

His deep groans only heightened her lust for him. _____