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She wasn't ready for it. He stopped as he hugged her. “I’m sorry.” He was panting. “It’s alright.” She caressed his hair. “Let’s not make a sound, okay?” He nodded as he started thrusting deep. She cried in pleasure while he covered her mouth with his. His low growls just made her want to come. But she tried to stop herself. Shortly, she came wetting the desk as he continued. “RJ,” She cried. “Shhh,” he gently bit her lower lip. She tried hard not to scream but his cock just felt so good. It was bigger and she was tighter. She felt like coming again without even penetration from her clitoris. She lay flat down on the desk as she watched him thrust.

she screeched over the chaos. Tears ran down Bellamy’s cheeks as he continued to remove the branding, slice by agonising slice. Penny moved to Thea’s side and took her hand in her own, she gave Thea a nod of encouragement as they both began to sing a tune to Lissa. Lissa’s body stilled though, her eyes were still open, tears pouring down her face. “Almost done Lissa, just stay with me,” Bellamy whimpered as he sliced through the last symbol.

The water was clear enough for me to see every rock that covered the bottom of it, every color could be seen. "Subhanallah" I whispered as I heard birds chirping around me. The first time I talked my throat felt like sandpaper no one said a word when it came to my past, they knew it all from going through the journal that had been my only companion in the darkness I came from, I didn't say anything when Myra returned the journal to me with tears in her eyes and I looked away from the sympathetic gazes of my family.

Difference unaccounted for in any ledger examined to date. I read it over her shoulder. I do not speak. I let the silence do what silence does in this house, which is fill the space between two people until one of them decides they cannot bear it. Serafina does not break. She keeps writing. Her pen moves across the page in even strokes, and the only sound in the room is the scratch of the nib and the distant hum of the old wiring in the walls.

I pick up my phone. I call Lucian. "Come to the dining table," I say. "There is something you need to see." He comes. He reads the document. He reads the four words in the margin. And he stands at the table with his father's handwriting in his hands for a long time. And he does not speak. And I do not ask him to. Some things need to be held in silence before they can become words. This is one of them.

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Plopping down in his lap, I fixed my gaze on his. "Better?" I asked, feeling my desire flare. "Now can I look at the file?" Instead of responding, Silas wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me closer. Gasping, I tried to remain calm as one of his hands slipped between my thighs. "Go on." He urged, letting his fingers begin to rub against me. "It’s right there." Shivering, I remained unmoving as Silas’s fingers began to rub me through my thong. Was he really expecting me to read the file while he did this?

I grin slyly at her and she chuckles nervously avoiding my eyes. "Will do." she smiles and my grin broadens. "Hmm. People will die from shock when they find out you do know how to talk… a lot...” Or how absolutely adorable you can be. On second thought, I’d like to be the only one. "They know I can talk. They just always seem to distort my words making me look insensitive… so I choose to stay silent." "I see." she really is a strong. Sensitive and thoughtful. "Yuzuki?"

He licked his lips without thinking. Silas immediately released him, looking disturbed. Like Eli had burned him. For the next few moments, the monk just stared at Eli, head cocked to the side, before finally he shook his head and stepped away sharply, retreiving a new scroll. “Yoh will write it in small legible lettering. Line by line. You will recite the verse out loud as you write. And you will not stop until the paper is full. Are we clear?” Equally as disturbed by his own reaction to Silas, Eli was glad for having something else to focus on for the next two hours and so he started.

“I’ve got an audio file queued up and ready to send. Think of it as... a teaser.” He leaned in slightly, eyes glinting. “Your voice, Julia. From one of your old field recordings. Want to guess what you were saying?” “You’re bluffing.” He smirked. Tapped the screen again. A soft click, then the low crackle of static. My voice bled through—faint at first, like it was pushing through water. Warped. Hollow. But still recognizably mine. “I didn’t come to make conversation. Just the drop. No introductions. No questions. Just the money.”