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He dropped onto the edge of the cushions, leaning down to press a deep, lingering kiss to her forehead before resting his massive hand over her round stomach, leaning in to whisper a soft greeting to their kicking pup. Kazan didn't say a word. He just crossed the room with slow, heavy strides, his amber eyes burning with a fierce, possessive hunger that made my pulse jump. He kicked off his combat boots, shed his heavy jacket, and slid onto the window seat right behind me. His large arms wrapped securely around my waist, pulling my back flush against his broad, radiating chest. I let out a long, contented sigh, sinking completely into his strength, letting the last traces of my sovereign wal

Then he gently massaged her ankle. Henry didn't deny her beautiful and soft skin as he massaged. Her thighs were slender and long, such that he could almost imagine himself feeling them with his hands. He had to shake off those dirty thoughts and concentrate on helping her. It wasn't his desire to fall in love with an employee of the CRUZ company though, he was allowed to do it.

The heat radiating from the grill warmed my frozen legs. The driver's side door flew open with brutal force. Kaz stepped out. He wore his dark combat gear. A long hunting knife was strapped to his right thigh. He looked like the god of war. His amber eyes burned with absolute, unchecked fury. He did not like being delayed. He hated insubordination. "Move your ass, Kenzo," Kaz growled. His deep voice carried a dangerous, feral edge. "No," I answered simply.

I am Azura. The only goddess of two elements. Fire and water. Ooops...... Right introduction, wrong timing. **************** "This is not gonna be a great day". This was all I could say to myself. Somehow deep down, I could just feel that something huge was gonna happen today. It was the same gut feeling I woke up with the day I lost my parents to a ghastly car accident. I was a hundred and one percent sure, that crazy things are gonna happen today.

K was taking her time, more than a minute has passed and she still haven't come up with a reply. His full attention was on his phone's screen, and in between seconds K would just literally stop typing - as if she knew that he was eagerly waiting for her text. Jesse was well-aware what K was doing. She was being a tease again. His heart felt warm upon reading K's last text. And it wasn't the uncomfortable warmth he usually feels whenever he was having heartburn or acid reflux after eating a shit-ton of brisket during Passover or Hanukkah. It was a buzzing, soft and pleasant warmth - like the feel of wearing a snug and cozy cashmere sweater on a cold, November NYC afternoon.

Matteo asks quietly, “Did you authorize those attacks?” “No.” He leans back slowly in his chair. “Interesting.” “Talk.” Instead of speaking, he presses a button beneath his desk. Another man enters carrying a folder. Matteo opens it—one document slides free, a registration certificate. The Belladonna Holdings. “You know the name,” I say. Matteo doesn't deny it. He studies the paper for several seconds, then says quietly, “Belladonna never mattered.” He looks up. “Because Belladonna is never a company.”

I blurt out. Cortèz starts to stroke his cane over the sand making a capital L. “Let.” He says to us while he writes the capital letter U. “Us.” Then strokes his cane again making a capital A. “All.” Writes the letter H. “Heal.” Lastly he finished with the capital U. “Unexpectedly.” Harry finishes. Cortèz smiles. “The island of LUAHU is home for people who wishes to heal. May the both of you heal from your pains and be awakened soon.” He walks away until he magically disappears fading.