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His cock finally becomes limp within me as we breathe hard against each other unable to move a bone after that explosion we just experienced. The fireworks were immense. And I feel exhausted as never before. "God that was good. " I whisper and he chuckles claiming my lips with his warm soft ones. " I don't think I'll ever be able to get enough of you." He whispers against my ears and continues kissing me entwining his tongue with mine as if intending to suck my soul dry. I wrap my arms around his neck kissing him back . The sexual chemistry between us is just so intense that's if we don't control ourselves. We might probably end up committing suicide through sex.

He stared at her and said, "You're the first person. Jadie and I grew up together in the orphanage when we were kids. I'd always taken care of her. I'd never cooked a meal again since Father adopted me. After so much time has passed, I've forgotten many things. Madelyn, do you understand what I mean?" Madelyn was lost in her thoughts, 'What is he trying to say? Is he trying to tell me I'm special? So many women fell for him, yet he chose the daughter of his enemy. Should I be happy? Should I be thankful that he showed mercy, didn't kill me, but instead fell in love with me? Should I be grateful that he let me live the best life? 'Hayson and Zach have some similarities. They're selfish and li

Chapter 90 Cristiano They say love is like a fire—when it’s real, it burns deep, consuming everything in its path. And damn it, I was burning for her. Annalisa wasn’t just another chapter in my life; she was the whole damn book. Every page, every word, every unfinished sentence—I wanted it all to be about her. That was why I had to get this right. I could afford to make any mistakes, nor could I second-guess the whole plan.

Her body responded instantly, pressing closer, ready for me again. This fire had never really died. It had only been waiting — with the woman who had lit it first. What if the real mistake wasn’t falling for Alessa… but forgetting that my first fire had never stopped burning?

I was alive! I turned around and took a look at the electronic clock on my bedside table. The time and date shown told me that only two hours had passed since I accepted the transmigration mission. On my desk was a tab. The screen lit up and showed the homepage of a story app. At the top of the homepage was a book. It was titled “The Return Of The Real Heiress: My Fiance Stole A Heart For Me.” I took a sip of water. As it slid down my throat, the dryness faded.

he said. I shook my head. “No. It’s ours.” He smiled faintly. “You always correct me when I call something yours. You don’t realize that’s why they love you.” I turned to him. “And you?” He stepped closer. “I don’t love you because you’re their queen, Serina.” “Then why?” He hesitated, his hand brushing my cheek. “Because when the fire took everything, you still chose to build light instead of walls.” I leaned into his touch, the candles below flickering like a thousand beating hearts.

"I never thought this day would come. The day I would love you more than I love myself. It’s funny to think… that the face I used to think I disliked the most long ago… is the very same face I love the most now, more than anything in this world. You are my treasure, my home, my safe place, and my everything, Allys. I love you so much, and I will never get tired of telling you and reminding you of that every single day." Biting my lip while tears streamed down my face, I listened to every word he said. My heart was overflowing with so much joy I could barely contain it. Because I truly believed… right here in this place. Here in El Fuego, I would be able to live a peaceful, safe, and happy li

He added quickly, angrily, as if hating the softness in himself: “Don’t make me regret it.” Then he turned away, leaving Elara with the unspoken truth burning between them— The Fire King was not cold. He was burning too hot to touch.

SERAPHINA If someone had asked me what fire was, I would have said it burns and destroys. But his lips on mine were a fire disguised in devastating tenderness, slow, consuming, undoing me piece by piece. They brushed against mine as though afraid I’d vanish if he pressed too hard, igniting me with every delicate touch.

Jinyan pulled me into his arms, his coat wrapping around both of us, his heart beating a steady, defiant rhythm against my ear. We are the rulers of New Macau. We are a love story that just chose the fire over the cage. But as the shadows lengthen and the Spire grows cold, I realize that the Exile’s Choice was only the first test of our endurance. If you choose a beautiful death over a hollow life, have you truly won—or have you just given your enemies the silence they wanted? (Watch out for the next Chapter) 💬 Add to library | Rate | leave your reviews |