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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.

If I was not captivated before, then I truly am now. She looks into my eyes, "You have proven you shall go to the ends of the world for me. I can never repay such a deep affection." I wave my finger up and down her body, "Now why won't I go look for this? I love all the craziness that is you, your silly jokes, your insatiable drive to please me. I love you, the way you care for me."

Cheeks flushed, hair damp and her lips swollen from all the kisses we shared. "I love you," I say. There's no question of it, I've always loved her, I simply learned to love her a little less as time went on. I loved Serenity too, I didn't spend my life wishing for Amelia in place of her but I also never fully stopped feeling for her. A bond this deep burns into your bones until the day you lie cold in your grave.

she whispered back, her voice full of affection and something deeper, something that made my heart clench. I kissed her again, slower this time, savoring the moment. There was no rush, no urgency, just the quiet, undeniable certainty that this was exactly where I was meant to be. With her, in her arms, lost in a world where nothing else mattered but us. I pulled her into my lap, deepening the kiss. She sighed against my lips, and I knew she wanted this as much as I did. “Damien,” she whispered. “Shh,” I murmured, kissing along her jawline. “Just let me love you.”

She replied with her majestic captivating smile. "Oh, babe! You know I miss you always." Mike enunciated walking towards her. He was grateful that he found a woman who treasures him and gives back the love he offers. In the quiet sanctuary of his heart, he nurtured a profound sense of gratitude for having found someone like her, whose presence illuminated his world with a radiant warmth and an unparalleled depth of understanding. With each passing moment, her essence became intertwined with the very fabric of his existence, casting a gentle glow of affection and appreciation that resonated deep within his soul.

Holding on to her, he cupped her cheek, fearing she would run away like a scared little animal. His level of arousal, need, and affection for Royalty had all come to the surface as if a dam had broken inside of him. It was something he was beginning to have no control over; he was slowly beginning to find himself lost in her. His eyes closed, he struggled to maintain control of the urge that had been brewing inside him. He raised his hand, stroking her neck with his fingers as he enjoyed the silkiness of her skin. It seemed as though everything was collapsing around him. He was vulnerable because of his desire for her and he hadn’t felt that way for a very long time, not since...