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"I know once I taste you, I won't be able to stop. And I may wear you out. It might be too much for you to handle and you don't need that now, with everything happening around us. Just looking at your lips, with you on top of me is driving me insane and I want to make love to you all day and night without ever stopping" Devon ran his fingers through his hair. He knew what he was like. Those women he had been with before were all Lycans and never humans. Lycan had incredibly greater strength and stamina than humans could comprehend. Even though he had never felt any emotional connection to Any of the women he had been with. There had to be a lot of foreplay before he even got hard. Alice was

As for what else I'm certain of; it's going to be a teen romance. I'm working on it, and have drafted up a short blurb already. Enjoy. Blurb: 'There was a popular, preconceived notion about the devil's appearance. Some thought he had molten red scales and giant black horns. I thought he had pale white hair and arctic blue eyes. I thought the devil was Dane Foster.' _ To get more updates on it and my other books, do follow me on my socials.♥ See you in the next book!

💕(Vampire Romance)💕 🌹🌹 Episode three🌹🌹 .. .. 💕 Lady Katherine’s POV 💕 .. .. I walked towards Lord ceaser chamber, looking behind me to make sure no one sees me. I walked into the chamber and took my hooded cloak off as I noticed his moody face. “Pray ye what’s wrong,did something go wrong at the meeting? Did king Damien finally agree to the marriage” I rained all these questions on him as he scoffed.

A hundred possibility of how tomorrow could go filled my head, but I was sure of one thing, this was certainly not going to be a romantic entanglement between me and Wesley. It was going to be purely sexual. “Fuck.”

* *Vision: Him lifting Luna, spinning her as she laughed, her hands actually grasping his solid shoulders. *Vision: Sarah hugging her brother, not light passing through light but flesh embracing flesh.* "Stop," Dimitri commanded, but his light dimmed with longing. "*Why stop truth?*" the goddess whispered from paradox space. "*These aren't fantasies—they're memories of what was, previews of what could be again.*" Through divine Luna's perception, we saw his essence wavering. Light could illuminate or blind, reveal or deceive. The goddess was using his own nature against him, making him see too clearly what he missed.

Chapter 1 Lyra's POV I wrapped my legs tighter around his waist, pulling him closer against me. My body was on fire, every nerve ending screaming for more contact. His deep groan vibrated through his chest and into mine, making everything inside me clench with desperate need. My fingers dug into his shirt as he continued kissing and sucking at my neck. He grabbed my waist, half-pulling, half-lifting me toward the bedroom. I felt more like a doll being moved than a person being carried. I knew this was wrong. I knew I shouldn't be here in his arms, and shouldn't be enjoying every second of this forbidden moment.

Liam’s POV Breaking up with Isabella had been the hardest thing I’d ever done. We were together for three intense years, we’d been college sweethearts who somehow made it through graduation and into the real world. Isabella was fire with long raven-black hair that smelled like vanilla and jasmine, piercing emerald eyes that could read every dirty thought in my head, and a body that haunted my dreams even two years after we called it quits. We’d burned hot and fast—passionate arguments that ended in rough, sheet-soaking sex, lazy Sunday mornings tangled together, and a love that felt all-consuming until life got in the way.

“Eloping? With a Lycan noble? Elsie, are you actively trying to die? Or worse, trying to start a war?” “I’m actively trying to live my life,” Elsie huffed, flicking her braid over her shoulder. “And he loves me, so—” “No.” Ferna raised a finger. “People who love you don’t drag you into political suicide. Lycans aren’t just wolves; they’re dynastic wolves. Their nobles have entire councils, ancient bloodlines, and feuds that go back centuries. You don’t get to ‘elope’ with one unless you’ve lost your mind or your will to live.”

Once I have showered after that brutal training session I decided to enjoy the next couple hours before dinner by the Koi Pond. I walk into Dimitri's library and quickly steal a book from one of his shelves. You wouldn't think Dimitri would be into chick novels however, the book in my hand tells a different story. A Walk To Remember by Nicholas Sparks. If I told anyone that he would either deny it, kill me, or both. I tuck the book into my chest and skip over to Hendrix's room and steal his favorite throw blanket. I'm telling you this has now became mine. I skip out out Hendrix's room and head to Paxton's room to steal one of his shirts. His shirts look like dresses on me but they're so comf

Dom is quick to move, letting the rogues hit one another. Dazed, the wolves stand and shake their heads. This time Dom lunges. He lands on the larger of the two and sinks his teeth into his leg. The rogue howls in pain. Dom lets go, unable to stomach the trashy taste of blood. The other rogue pounces on him, dragging his claws across his chest. Blood oozes out over Dom’s midnight fur. The gray rogue hovers, snapping and clawing. He never relents, making it hard for Dom to regain control. Red fur comes flying through the trees, tackling the rogue. He never stood a chance against my red-headed beauty. She wraps her jaws around his throat, snapping them shut until she hears the bone break.