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He continued. "I am the Alpha son. My name is Alaric White. Until a few hours ago, I had zero interest in girls. They are just like this appetizer for me. I never take them seriously, like a main course. But you.. you are different, Ana. I want to get acquainted with you. A beautiful purple lady. Your choices are unique, whether it is pastry or dress. I know it is very fast to say, but yes, I like you. " His honeyed eyes show his sincerity, but I suddenly get up. I didn't want to be torn between political games and conspiracies.

While I opened my eyes the next moment to meet his deep intense gaze which was already focusing on my face. I don't know how to describe all these feelings which I'm getting right now but everything makes me burn with desire. I just want him to be alpha and make me his meet. I wanted him to touch me until I moaned out his name. I want to feel him make him closer until there is no gap between us. Deep inside, I know! I know it's wrong! But if my body cares about it right now? I don't think so. My body is completely burning with ambition that no boundaries could stop her from drowning.

Have you ever sunk deep into the depth of desire as your heart wished for you to drown while your mind told you to fight against the waves? When I look at Deimos I am always caught by desire's net. Desire to touch. A desire for a taste. Desire to possess. With each passing day, it overtakes me inch by inch sinking its fangs deep within me sucking my will to fight.

Rich. "Of course, he fits your type," I teased, a playful grin forming on my face. "Handsome, enigmatic, and oh-so-difficult to please. It's like he stepped right out of your romantic daydreams. I can't deny he has the looks," I said, grinning. "But boy, does he know how to push us to our limits. It's like he enjoys watching us squirm."

He was wearing a dark blue and black check jacket with a pastel blue shirt paired with acid wash blue denim and a blue check tie, which complimented his heart-shaped jawline. He was well-built and tall, with hazel blue eyes glazing his beauty, and his black hair complimented his fair skin perfectly. His soft pink lips, which were thin but plump, were the cherry on top of his lovely face. He seemed to be young and professional and matured at the same. He walked towards Shrey and pulled her towards him as she was still leaning on the bonnet. "Hey," he said with a poker face, and snapped his finger near her face to get her out of the trance.

It was an intoxicating mix of beauty and allure that drove him wild with desire. With each step, the fire within him grew, fueling his imagination and igniting a hunger that refused to be extinguished. As he arrived at his own home, he couldn't help but carry that insatiable longing with him. Settling into bed, a contented smile played on Sebastian's lips as he replayed the memories of their passion. The image of Ava, her eyes filled with desire, danced in his mind. He knew that the hunger he felt would not be easily appeased, but for now, he found solace in the knowledge that their connection was undeniable.

Sometimes he wondered how she could stay away from him when all he wanted was to be with her. He stood up from his seat and moved closer to her until she was inches closer to him, He leaned down to her ears causing a sensation to her body which he wasn't aware of. “Can I?” He asked. Nilsa moaned quietly having him close to her, she didn’t want to realize that she was slowly getting affected by the things he did. “Can you what?” “Can I chase you?” “What?” “You said you don’t want me, give me a chance to make you see me. To make you realize that you are the only woman for me and I would never look at anyone else” he demanded.

I tried again but nothing, before he was asking what I wanted but now nothing. "Love I love you?" I asked and waited, still nothing. "Lehandra do you love?" I whispered softly and he looked at me so I smiled. "I'm hungry" I said "Order then" he answered and turned his back on me "Pag lehandra is cooking" I whispered so I took a deep breath "I want you to cook" I answered him. "Im not on the mood" "When you're with Lehandra, do you have a mood?" I whispered again

I asked, trying to keep my voice steady. "I mean that I want more than just your body," he replied, his eyes burning with desire. "I want your heart, your soul, your everything. I want to consume you, to make you mine in every way possible." I felt a surge of fear mixed with excitement at his words. No one had ever wanted me like that before, with such intensity and passion. But I was also wary, knowing that his desire for me was likely driven by his own selfish needs, rather than any genuine care for me.

but my very spirit endlessly perverted by speculation concerning whatever delirious dance this upstart pretender and I are enacting upon the stage? I'm panting like a winded cur by the climax of this maddening self-interrogation. Every pulse pounding with the seething refusal to let this ridiculously inflated farce go any further. To allow my transcendent destiny among legends to remain forever toxified by a poisonous infatuation for my sworn enemy.