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I was scared of hurting her, and I was scared that I might do something wrong. Vanya’s lips parted before they closed over my bottom lip. So softly, it felt like it was barely touching mine. Her small hands cupped my cheeks and tilted my head slightly to the side as she changed the angle of her head. I think I died and went to that place the humans called heaven. My body jerked when her tongue brushed across my lip. I instantly parted them and took a step closer to her. The purr escaped when our tongues met. Vanya pulled me even closer and surprised me by wrapping her legs around my hips.

Aria was safe, for now, but the bond pulsed hard, reminding me that the fight was far from finished. I glanced at the forest edge. Damon and his pack retreated slowly, disappearing into the shadows. But the fire in his eyes promised he would return. The taste of war lingered in the air. Blood, sweat, and fear mixed with the bond between Aria and me, pulling tighter, warning me that the storm had only begun. Aria stepped closer. Her hand brushed mine instinctively through the bond. I could feel her heartbeat racing, trembling. I placed my hand lightly over hers, steadying her.

I reveled in the warmth of his mouth as I shoved my tongue inside, his tongue sliding wetly against mine. He gave as good as he got. Xavier was really good with his mouth after all. Yet, for some reason, tonight felt different. And it was pissing me off. I wrenched my mouth away from his with a scowl. “What’s wrong?” Xavier panted, his eyebrows furrowed. His lips were a little swollen, his eyes dark with desire. His hair stuck up in some areas, where it was mussed up by my hands. He was a beautiful mess.

" Did Adam forget that Yara was the most pampered youngest child in the Candra family? ---- Author’s note: -‘Om’ has the same meaning as uncle. -‘Tante’ has the same meaning as aunt. -Pill Kina are drugs to prevent or treat malaria (an endemic disease in eastern Indonesia) which is deadly,

“Go without me. The next volume of the Purple Dawn manga finally came out and it even has a handwritten signature from Hoshino Nozomi herself. I have to read it.” “I can’t believe that you’re my brother.” Ryosuke said and sighs. “Fine but you better be done by the time I come back.” Ryosuke then left while Cai Kang went inside to read. He is a complete nerd when it comes to this kind of stuff. Purple Dawn is his favorite because it has an interesting plot, romance and development. It’s not popular but it is quite an amusing read. Due to his short attention span, he finds the pictures satisfying enough to understand the story. He was taught to not like things considered feminine or unnecessar

“I met him before my Luna power emerged. Dianthus was my college friend in the States. I came from a family that wanted me to pursue human education before I got my title.” “So, you have a marital bond with him before you become a Luna?” I was fascinated by her story, imagining two different kin falling in love and, against all odds, becoming a mate. “Yes, Dianthus is my first mate, and after I gained my title, Aren and Java become my werewolf mates.” She explained it to me and smile. Somehow, her love story also has a unique twist. “Oh, yeah, I actually wanted to convey some message from Dianthus. You probably like to hear it.”

The tale sent shivers down her spine; it was so wonderfully written, and the emotions that came from it were too real. As she read, a gust of wind suddenly blew across the room, and the pages flipped. She was surprised, knowing that she had already closed everything. However, before she could even bother to worry about where that wind came from, she was already drawn to a section where the pages had landed. It was about a ceremony for the werewolf prince to choose his mate. The possible mates were all invited to their palace to participate in this very important event. After the ceremony, the prince would then take over the title of King.

Post - Apocalyptic Horror | Action | Yuri Harem | 18+ | Rated R | Mature Content | Slow Pace | Smut | Obsession | Erotic It started with a kiss I don’t remember giving. A rooftop. A moan. Someone’s fingers buried in my hair like they belonged there. A mouth on my throat that said I tasted like something they lost in another life. I wasn’t dreaming.

I had to understand what I was doing wrong. “What did you discover about this place?” I asked Aris. “It's a big grotto, but it has a beginning and an end if you skirt the ground well,” Aris said, and I frowned. “Why?” “I have a bad feeling,” I said fearfully, and Aris took me by the chin. “You don't have to be afraid; everything is going to be okay,” the vampire said and kissed me. It wasn't a rapturous kiss; it was a sweet kiss, full of love.

he tells me. "You don't have to apologize, Damien. I am not complaining," I tell him and wrap my hands around his neck. I want to kiss him. I want to kiss all his sadness away. I stare at his sexy inviting lips and caress his neck, on the spot where I marked him last night. Vampires heal really fast, even faster than werewolves. I know my mark won't be there for long. At least the one he gave me is still there and fresh. He looks at me and then smiles,