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I need her to understand that she is the only thing on this earth that makes sense to me. I pull back just enough to catch her gaze. It is still as green, still as soft, and currently drowning in the same hunger that’s clawing at my gut. “If you had even a fraction of an idea of the depth of my affection,” I rasp, my voice sounding like it’s been dragged over gravel, “you’d never doubt yourself again. You could tell me to burn this whole city to the ground, and I’d do it without a second thoughts.” She blinks rapidly, her mouth falling open in a stunned silence. Then, slowly, the corners of her lips lift and her eyes lit up with a genuine, radiant warmth.

And anyway, she will just try to return whatever sensation he had made her feel. Holding him in her embrace, she kissed him. A kiss that conveys his heart's content. Passion. Gratitude. Desire. And for the first time in her life, she thinks - because she wasn't sure, She thinks she felt "loved" in a sensual way. So she wanted to give him back every bit of emotions that he made her feel. She kissed him soft and slow, not rushing over anything but savoring every affection that sways with it. He was again swept on his feet with how she was taking him over. She let her do as she wished, enjoying himself every sweetness this beautiful woman is enchantingly giving him. She hugged him, and with his

She had done so much, yet it seemed she hadn't truly defeated Diana. Instead, everything she did only strengthened Julian's affection for Diana. Whenever she thought about the determined look on Julian's face when he replied to her question, it felt as if someone had taken a knife and was slowly inserting it into her heart, little by little... Without regard for her life. It was a slow, burning torture that was gradually draining her soul. "You, I like you." Julian's words echoed in her ears. "But that affection is like family, and also a gratitude towards a benefactor."

All her efforts to catch some sleep proved abortive. She knew she had a deep and persistent affection for her boss. She loved him in all aspects. The fine hairs that covered his powerful chest and ran down to his groin were capable of driving her crazy in a good way. Her hands folded behind her neck as a cushion while her body rolled up into a ball as she flaked out.

She really love him so much. Both of them had fallen deeply in love. Seth couldn't stay without seeing her and he always sneaked into her room every night just to hug her to sleep. She was already addicted to his warmth and love. She love him so much and she don't know how to describe her love for him. And she knew he also loved her as much as she loved him. A little action from him always showed her how much he loved her and how much he cares for her.

“You're still helping me, whether you're doing it intentionally or not. That doesn't diminish your actions for me.” As I say the words, it occurs to me that there's so much more depth to what I feel for her than just wanting to kiss her and touch her and take her to bed. I'm deeply appreciative of everything she's done, and I'm drawn to her in a way that I can't describe. There's something about her. Her warmth, her calm nature, her sweet attitude. Her ability to just be patient no matter what she's facing or who she's dealing with.

he said softly, and after a moment that felt like eternity, she raised her eyes to his. What she saw there made her breath catch. There was no disappointment, no disgust, no polite tolerance. There was hunger, reverence, and love so deep it seemed to fill the entire room. "Beautiful," he whispered, and reached out slowly, giving her time to pull away if she needed to. She didn't.

I wasn’t supposed to have any feelings towards her. She wasn’t even my type for fucks sake yet that didn’t stop me from wanting her. My entire being craves to please her. To make her happy. To protect her. I have never felt this strongly for any other woman. I wasn’t ever planning to feel this way to any woman after my mate died. “You don’t just feel strongly for her Bash. It goes deeper than that” Fang pops in my head. “I know where you’re headed, Fang. I care for her but I’m not in love with her”

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.

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.”