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Her hands came up to rest lightly on my chest, fingers spreading over damp skin. The third kiss deepened. I tilted her head, parting her lips with mine, and she opened for me with a quiet, shaky sigh. Our tongues met slowly, exploring, learning each other. She tasted sweet and warm. I groaned softly into her mouth as her fingers curled against my skin.

But Arabella’s heart had already begun beating far too quickly. A breeze moved softly through the marketplace between them. Neither spoke for several moments. Then Edwin finally gestured toward the bookstore. “Do you enjoy reading?” “Yes.” “What sort of books?” Arabella hesitated. “Poetry mostly.” One dark brow lifted slightly. “Romantic poetry?” Her cheeks warmed instantly. “Sometimes.” Edwin looked dangerously amused again. “You continue to surprise me, Lady Arabella.” “And you continue mocking me.” “Only because you blush so beautifully.” The words escaped him so naturally that both of them froze afterward.

My jaw tightened and I took a deep breath. “So,” I began carefully, “You want to marry me for six months.” His face, still locked in a straight expression — seriously, did he not know how to smile? — grew more determined as he nodded. “And then…we divorce.” “And I'll give you ten million in return for your troubles.” he completed for me. My heart skipped a beat. Those damn figures sounded too high. I stared at him, my brain began sorting through the possibilities. Maybe I'd fallen into a pocket dimension or the four hours of sleep had caught up to me and I was experiencing some kind of fever dream.

I needed to cut her off. "Look, they're doing the walking around the fire thing." She said. I hummed non committal. "I read about it in this book by Drethi Anis. Five thousand nights of obsession. The book was so good." "You read?" I asked. I had never seen any book in her apartment or caught her with a book. "Yes." She blushed, then quietly. "Romance books." "You don't strike me as the romance type." I looked at her intently. "Is it one of those raunchy books with shirtless men carrying scabbards on the cover."

His darting eyes scanning her exposed skin like a predator ready to hunt. "I am here to help you as your therapist." Those caring mercury eyes looking for a single ray of hope. "Then help me to smudge your scarlet lips all over my C****" * Slow burn * Erotic * Dark romance * Mafia romance A story of lust, love, betrayal, and loyalty. Read the book in next chapter.

Shouldn't they put books on politics here? Out of curiosity, Karen Joy reached out to take the book and opened it. At the bottom of the preface, she saw this "If you love me, give your heart to me!" It was indeed a romance novel. Karen Joy continued to flip through the pages. After reading a few pages, she found that the male lead in the book lost his sight in an accident and wanted to give up on the female lead. It was the female lead's love that guided the male lead out of the dark and brought them together again.

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she chirped, clicking play. As the story unfolded, with its sweeping landscapes and tense romantic dialogue, she felt herself being drawn in. Then came the first intimate scene. It was artfully shot, but raw and passionate. A slow, warm flush began to spread through her body, a familiar ache of arousal coiling deep in her belly.

Henry’s POV "Where do you find the fire for your stories?" I asked, feeling curious. I had never read a romance novel before, but I had seen the covers, bold, suggestive, and practically pulsing with unspoken desires. Paperbacks stacked in market stalls, their glossy designs promising passion, longing, and reckless abandon. But Kathrine? She looked too young, too untouched by the kind of fevered emotions her pages surely held. How did she conjure such raw intimacy with nothing but ink and imagination? Could someone truly write about desire without ever feeling it? The thought of her having that kind of experience made my brain short-circuit. I wasn’t ready to consider it.

I’m damn proud of it, and I’m glad I didn’t give up after the first fail. I’ve discovered that I get into those fantasy stories where one person knows who his or her soul mate is upon meeting them, or even before that, as what happened in the A Court of Thorns and Roses series by Sarah J. Maas, A Kinda Fairy Tale series by Cassandra Gannon, and many of the shifter books by Eve Langlais that I have loved so much. So that’s where I came up with the Love Mark idea.