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I feel the air tightening in my throat as I can't catch enough air to breathe appropriately. Before I notice it, I am collapsing. I fall towards the ground as Zane's large hands come around my body. "Fuck! London! Keep your eyes open for Daddy," I hear Zane screaming as I fail to keep my eyes open as he wants it. ... ***ZANE'S POV*** Zane is passing out on me. Jeez! This is the second time that I am fucking her and she is letting herself get to a high she can't control herself to bring it down. That sucks.

she infuriated and replied Drake was fed up with the hardheadedness of Zena and he yelled gently, “What in the forsaking name is wrong with you this little woman!” he grumbling asked, Zena could feel she is beginning to irritate Drake and she said loudly, “Sixteen, I'm sixteen Okay!” she timidly announced,

We weren’t alone. That night, in the library, Zane found me tracing runes in an old book. His shadow fell across the pages, heavy, steady. “You’re too reckless,” he murmured. “You hold everything inside until you break.” I didn’t look up. “And you break things until nothing’s left.” The silence hummed. His hand covered mine on the book, warm, steady. No kiss, no heat of bodies—just his palm over mine, a promise heavier than any vow.

“I hadn’t heard. Jaxon would have a field day with that.” “He’s not as clever as you think,” Zane said. “He’s loud and blunt. He likes fireworks. I’m quieter. I am the stream that erodes the bank.” He smiled. “And you could come with me and drink the quiet.” Raven’s pulse quickened for a beat. She’d heard promises like that before. They were always built on sand, never stone, but a woman who made her living on truth learned how to make fiction useful. If he wanted to believe he had her, let him. If he wanted to let his mouth run, let him. If he wanted to show her portals, let him.

Even asleep, she hadn’t let go of the fear. Near the fireplace, Zane and Dane were both out cold. Zane was on the floor with a pillow under his head, arms crossed like he’d fallen asleep while guarding something. Dane was half-sitting against the wall, a book in his lap, his head tilted to the side. He must’ve fallen asleep reading, trying to find a way to help me. I blinked, trying not to cry. They were all here. And I was still here too. But I didn’t feel right.

Within minutes, I don't remember how we all ended up sitting like that—Zane cross-legged on my bed, Kim leaning forward with her elbows on her knees, me half-hunched on the arm of my chair like I couldn't make up my mind whether I wanted to sit or stand—it was really uncomfortable for a while, but I was glad no one was fighting. “So…” I began, picking at a loose thread on my sleeve. “uh… what’s your deal with boys?” Zane groaned, tipping her head over to stare at the ceiling. “Oh by the gods. Where do I even start? Remember how I told you about Ryan?” I nodded. “The tall one who thinks his jawline is, like… the eighth wonder of the world?” “Yeah well, I used to have a crush on him. Like, emb

Indicating to Zane that she wasn't going to give up. Zane closed his eyes in relief, leaning his head forward, he brushed his lips across hers, whispering, "Thank you..." Opening his eyes, his breath caught in his throat, his blood pounding loudly, his mate was beautiful, ensnared by those dark blue eyes, his anatomy hardened to her heated gaze...

Jack waved at me with a big smile and pulled out a chair for me. Zane was at the counter, pouring himself more coffee. Our eyes met for a brief second. He gave me a small nod, like nothing had happened. But something in his expression felt... off. I sat down and tried to eat, but my appetite was gone. After breakfast, as people started clearing plates, Zane walked past me toward the hallway. He paused for a second and murmured under his breath, just loud enough for me to hear, “Some things are better left as dreams, don’t you think?”

"Zaddy," That wasn't the name. Where that one had come from, he had no idea. But it was like she just emptied a tank of gasoline on his fire, and he wanted to explode. He abruptly shot up, lifting her with him in the process, like she was a feather. He plunged her back into the soft leather seat converted to bed, panting hot breaths on her face, piercing into her soul, "What did you just call me?" Taking aback, Shola clasped her palm over her mouth. Zaddy was a term she'd always used to refer to a Zayn Malik looking kind of sugar daddy; her kind of man. A man like Solano Vicenze.

Zane was so scared that his body became tense all of a sudden. He thought that he had been discovered by Nikolai, so he quickly tried to find excuses. At the same time, he heard some soft cries. ....... ..... ........ Dear readers, please endeavor to drop a comment after every read. Also please click on the love sign at the top of the book details to add my book to your library so that you can continue to get an update.. Thank you so much for reading my book, Next update will come so soon.