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In the growing light of dawn, the city of love seemed to hold its breath, as if acknowledging that within these walls lay a passion powerful enough to rival its own romantic legacy. Dawn painted the historic spires of Paris in shades of gold and rose, but my world had narrowed to the dangerous perfection of Nathan's embrace. In this moment, surrounded by centuries of romantic history and wrapped in the arms of my devastating billionaire, I understood that some loves transcend ordinary definitions. What we shared was as rare and precious as the diamonds he draped me in - dangerous, beautiful, and absolutely unstoppable.

My body ached with need. We kissed passionately, breathless and intoxicated by the taste of each other, our tongues dancing in a fevered rhythm. His fingers continued their teasing assault on my sensitive nipples, drawing a soft, hoarse groan from his throat, a sound that sent my already awakened hormones surging through me like a tidal wave. His hands slid with deliberate purpose, exploring beneath the fabric of my body-hugging suit, mapping every curve as if he were committing me to memory. With effortless strength, he lifted me, spreading my legs across his shoulders. I gasped, clutching his hair as his mouth descended on my pulsing core.

Rosalie Wet heat flooded my core the moment I felt his soft, warm, silken lips touch mine. Adrien's desire for me permeated the air, his passion evident as he consumed my mouth as if it were the sole sustenance necessary for his survival. As my hands delved into his hair, I opened myself up to him, sensing that all the elusive fragments of my life had finally aligned. There was an unexplainable sense of déjà vu in this room, in this country, as if we had traveled this path before.

Crystal asked, a hint of amusement in her tone as she noticed Arielle stepping closer to her. Arielle leaned in slightly and whispered, “Grandmother has a… unique taste in horror movies.” Crystal chuckled softly, nodding in agreement. “That she does,” she replied. As Arielle’s gaze fell on the book in Crystal’s hands, her face lit up with rare excitement. “Maa, do you like historical romance?” she asked, her voice brimming with curiosity. Crystal tilted the book to show the cover and replied, “I like anything by this author.” She paused, taken aback by Arielle’s sudden enthusiasm.

But here I was, drawn to her like a moth to a flame, unable to resist the pull of her magnetic charm. As I stepped inside the cabin, the warmth of the fire greeted me, the flickering flames casting dancing shadows upon the walls. Rose's eyes sparkled with excitement as she embraced me, her lips meeting mine in a fervent kiss that ignited a fire within me. In that moment, the world fell away, leaving only the two of us entwined in a dance as old as time itself. Our bodies moved in perfect harmony, the rhythm of our lovemaking a testament to the passion that burned between us.

Each spot on the bed feels hotter than the next and the balcony doesn’t help. I decide to take a shower, and after a few hours in there, the moment I step out I see Roman in the room, his fingers frozen at the hem of his shirt. I drift to him and stand on my tiptoes, grabbing his shirt and kissing him fiercely. The heat in my belly turns into liquid desire immediately and I feel warmth begin to build behind my eyes. Roman lifts me in one swift motion and throws both of us onto the bed.

“I’m gonna spend the rest of my life loving you, amor.” I chewed on my lip as he crawled on the bed, naked. “I can’t wait to spend the rest of my life loving you, Roman,” I echoed, holding his face tenderly. “Let’s start by taking you out of this pretty dress, yes?” I nodded, eager to spend the rest of my life with this wonderful man. ~Fin~ Thank you for reading. Please don't forget to share your thoughts about Roman and Vee's story. Looking for another book to read? Please check out my novel HELLBOUND: THE LAST TRIBUTE. xx

Golden sun streams came through the window into the Johnson mansion to bathe the great dining room with its warmth. Three days since the accident had happened, and it is within the atmosphere brought along by such a situation in life. All was well but the surface of each heart seated on hot coals -and burned so much more under Jasmine's skin than any person could imagine.

I pushed the thought away, distracted by the warmth of his body as he moved into the living room. I retreated to the kitchen, the silence from the living room was a canvas waiting to be painted. I made his coffee, the steam curling up like a question mark. I slowly brought it to him, my hands trembling slightly. He reached out to take the cup, but his fingers brushed against mine, lingering just a second and too long. The touch was electric, a spark that connected us in a way words couldn't. A smile touched his lips, and the warmth of his gaze sent a flush rushing to my cheeks.

She heard Irene scream in excitement, "what the hell are you guys doing?" "Oh, oh," Tasha and Irene turned to face her, "This is so good, Elle!" Irene ran to her and hugged her, "This is awesome!" "what are you talking about?" She frowned. "The book, who said you can't write romance? This book is so good! I can't even explain it in words," Irene squealed. "You liked it?" Elle smiled at her. "I loved it!" "I didn't know you could write a romance novel," Tasha blinked in surprise. "Dude, it's like you've poured your heart out," Tasha couldn't believe her eyes.