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“There’s no way the stray they picked up is better than you. Don’t cry.” John closed his eyes, shoulders slumping in resignation. He tried to think of a foolproof plan, tuning out the chaos behind him. --- After nearly a month at the palace, Gwyneth had grown completely used to her new life. Surprisingly, she hadn’t once felt the suffocating anxiety she usually experienced in unfamiliar places—even though she was surrounded by Giant people who could turn into mythical beings. Maybe it was because she was too captivated by the constant stream of new, magical discoveries to think about anything else. Honestly, she wasn’t given time to dwell on her worries at all. Each day brought something new

His insider had promised to act at the crucial moment. "Come in." Colin heard a soft knock at the door. Gwyneth entered wearing a light pink dress and carrying a cup of coffee. "Colin, you look like you're in a good mood," she said, carefully setting down the coffee cup. "Is there good news?" "It's not certain yet." Colin took a sip of coffee, his expression relaxing slightly. "But at least there's progress." "I believe you'll definitely succeed." Gwyneth moved closer, speaking softly as her fingertips casually brushed across his hand. "Zac may have an odd temper, but he's really got some skills in business these days."

"I will wipe your body .. so do not kill malice when I undress ---" "Tsk. You're the only one who kills malice in what you do" Kalex replied, but he still closed his eyes. Gwyneth sighed and was unable to answer. instead, he took off the clothes the young man was wearing and made the second move. He sighed as he completely took off Kalex's clothes. Her body was almost perfect compared to other men. 'Alas .. what happened to us before didn't even bear fruit' whispered a part of Gwyneth's brain. He shook as he stared at Kalex's perfect body.

Chapter 21: Strange Encounter ~ Gwen ~ Ever since that afternoon in the Wildling Woods—the afternoon I crossed a line I never thought I’d even touch—my head has been a mess. I can’t stop thinking about Yates. Not just the sex, though the memory of it is so vivid it makes my skin itch, but the sheer, raw passion of it. It’s become an obsession. I catch myself staring into space, reliving the way he looked in the gray light of the forest, lost in the magnetic pull that seems to exist only between the two of us.

I quickly stripped down to my boxer-briefs and slid into my bed, letting out a long, quiet moan as my covers welcomed my exhausted body. When Gwynne came into my room, I cursed myself for not locking the door. There was simply nothing I could do to stop her. I had no fight left in me at that point. Gwynne slid into my bed and gave me another amazing, noisy blowjob. Once she had me nice and hard and wet, she slid up my body and impaled her pussy on my dick once again. She cried out repeatedly as she rode me. When she tensed up and shook all over, she once again opened her mouth wide and let out breathy gasps instead of the scream I expected.

I said, the promise feeling like a noose. I went back to my study and gazed at the bank of monitors there, Gwen was systematically destroying the room. After the lamp, it was the books from the shelf, then the framed prints on the wall. She was now working on tearing the heavy velvet curtains from their rods with a furious, desperate strength. Enzo handed me a glass of whiskey, three fingers deep. He nodded toward the screen. “She's... energetic.” I took the glass, the amber liquid barely stirring. I didn’t drink it. I just watched her, my chest tight. “She's terrified. This is what terror looks like when it’s not frozen. It’s destructive.”

The entire way home, I had thought of her, and this scene right now, told me that she had not only taken on my challenge, she had pushed it even further. I closed the door slowly, then leaned against it, soaking in the view before me. “You’re late.” It came from the shadows, filled with partial chiding. She came out of the shadows, and my breath hitched in my throat. Gwen was the most gorgeous woman I had ever set my eyes on. She looked so soft, like a blooming rose that was spreading out its petals. Her hair was loose, and flowed down her back in tresses. Her lips looked even redder than I recalled but the color wasn’t too sharp. It complemented her rosy cheek and she presented a look of a

Gwynn wouldn’t have to go through such torture if it wasn’t for him. Noah was such a heartless monster! … Dawn broke over the horizon by the time everything drew to a close. Gwynn lay on the bed. Her slender body was defaced with all sorts of bruises and hickeys from last night’s crazed sexes. She was deathly quiet, even her breathing was so soft that he almost couldn’t hear it. She was staring off into space. There wasn’t any light in her eyes. Her voice was husky when she asked, “Are you done? Can I leave now?”

I was about to politely shut the door in his face so I could get back to Rose, but his last question catches my attention. “No. He told me plenty, but not that.” I whisper. Fuck knows why. “Gwynn wrote them. Apparently, they are biographies, of sorts.” The look on his face betrays his closely guarded feelings. Braydon doesn’t do well in uncharted waters, he has one of those minds that can’t rest or function at its best unless he knows a situation inside and out, but when he knows what he needs to, he shines brighter than anyone.