Novel & Cerita Kinnporsche Novel 18

“You’ll make him weak in the knees one day, and I won’t have anyone to beat in poker night.” I grinned around the bite of toast. “You never win anyway.” He flipped me off without looking up. “Still counts as bonding.” Kino padded in, barefoot and beautiful, with her long black hair twisted into braids and her tank top riding up her toned stomach. Panther shifter. Trained killer. She slept like a cat, moved like one too. “If you two are done flirting, some of us would like breakfast.” “That sounds like a you problem,” Chase said smacking her ass as she walked past him. To think we both found our new start in New York.

She is a Rossi after all, who knows what ill omens she has brought with her this time. The past has finally caught up to me and I’m not fucking ready. A/N: And here we are, the long awaited start to this book! If you are enjoying it so far, please do leave a gem, and a comment. Love you guys!

Kai circled wide, a shadow among the shadows, waiting, calculating. She darted to the right, heart thundering, the joy of the chase electrifying every nerve. But suddenly, she was caught. A warm weight crashed against her side, pinning her gently into the moss. Fynn’s large wolf loomed over her, and for a breathless moment, they stilled. Then, slowly, instinctively, she nuzzled into his fur, her breath coming fast, eyes meeting his with flickers of understanding. He growled low and affectionate, his muzzle tracing down her neck.

I start tо ѕhаkе mу head but hе leans іn аnd kisses mе before thе wоrdѕ саn еѕсаре mу mouth. It’s a powerful kіѕѕ, dеер аnd іntіmаtе. Hе ореnѕ my mouth wіth his tоnguе, tаkіng me undеr until I hаvе tо еіthеr surrender or pull аwау. [Next POV from 'Carrie' in Chapter 49] ******** Author Note: Read my 2nd Series "Forbidden Love Stories (Book 2)" on Goodovel. Check out now before the book becomes premium and chapters got locked.

Desperately. My lips traced the line of his neck, his collarbone, his nape. I kissed his chest, his nipples, my hands sliding down to his perfectly carved abs, tracing the sharp V of his Adonis belt. My fingers moved toward his zipper, unfastening it with careful precision. With trembling hands, I pulled down his pants. Our eyes locked, the silence between us heavy, suffocating. He let me take charge, though it didn’t feel like control. It felt like walking a tightrope over fire — one wrong move, and I would fall, consumed by flames.

CASSANDRA As the car drove past the borders of Wegalla and into those of Yurene, it was very late into the night. Finnick was fast asleep on my lap, and I ran my hands through his soft, dark brown hair. It was a ritual of ours, one that put the child at ease almost immediately. He’d been so nervous as the ride had continued, so I’d pulled him close and tried to get him to relax.

Elise fell asleep with the Book of Gates in her hands. Kent stirred from his sleep and woke up because of a bad dream. In his dream, he saw around five serpents that crawled so fast to strike Elise from behind. She was calling for his help. He tried to intervene by cutting them with his invisible sword. However, they were as hard like diamonds that even his powerful invisible sword could not even scratch them. He was also running for his life when the serpents turned to him and one of them was about to strike him in his back… that was when he woke up.

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Having Porsche here, his strong arms mirroring Emerson’s as they held each other, sent a rush through Emerson’s entire body. The intensity of Porsche's kiss was overwhelming, igniting a flood of heat that left Emerson trembling as his body betrayed his restraint. Porsche’s lips parted wider, inviting. And Emerson instinctively followed, allowing access he didn’t even realize he’d been guarding. Porsche’s tongue slid past, delving deeper, exploring with a curiosity that felt both mechanical and intimate. It was as if Porsche was trying to memorize him, to taste and understand every inch of him from within. Emerson moaned softly, completely surrendered.