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He held me upright, the plug vibrating faintly, his fingers teasing my clit as I recovered, the library’s silence a fragile veil over our sin. Chapter Three – Bound by Books The night deepened, the library’s quiet a cocoon around us, the dim lighting casting shadows that hid our indulgence. My body was a map of his touch—bruises on my hips, cum drying on my thighs, pussy and ass stretched from his patient domination—yet the curiosity for more consumed me. He guided me to a reading nook, the air thick with the scent of leather and lust, his eyes promising further exploration.

Chapter 45: Oiled Desire Alexander’s POV I set the phone down and pulled Cassandra closer, kissing the top of her head. “They’re coming tomorrow. We have tonight.” She looked up at me, brown eyes full of love and defiance. “Then make tonight count.” I reached into the bedside drawer and pulled out the bottle of unscented body oil I had bought just for moments like this. “Lie on your stomach, baby.”

“I thought you knew.” His eyes softened. “Knew what?” “I was always yours.” For a moment, neither of us spoke. Then he kissed me. Slow. Tender. Certain. And somewhere through the haze of happiness, I found myself thinking— Maybe honeymoon rules could start a little early. _____ Julia- My fingers dug into the invitation. The expensive cardstock crumpled beneath my grip. The elegant rose-gold lettering seemed to burn itself into my brain. YOU ARE CORDIALLY INVITED

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He never gave her money to glam up, but he wanted her to glam up. When I got to the bus stop, I brought out my phone to order for a uber. I always sat at the bus stop to order a ride. While I wait for my ride, I enjoyed the beautiful busy view of my small town. Greentown was name after the beautiful gardens that was almost everywhere in the town.

At the bottom of the shelf, though, were a handful of romance novels—in English, no less. I pulled out a historical romance by a favorite author of mine. I hadn’t read this one, and I’d already finished the one romance I’d brought with me. I was a total bore and preferred to read printed books still. Probably because they smelled nice. If e-readers could let out a puff of new-book scent, though, I’d buy one in a heartbeat. “The Seduction of Miss Emily Morris,” Olivier read over my shoulder. “That rather gives the plot away, no?”

"Not recently, but yeah. A friend of mind passed some around last year. I've been reading her cast-offs." Which friend? And what kind of romance books? "I read a few." He shook his head. Lumen wrinkled her nose. "You have?" "Yeah, people sent all kinds of things in care packages. There were always a few romance books in the bins for us to pick through. I figured you always see women sitting by pools, relaxing and reading one. Maybe that's what I need?" "You seriously read one?" she asked. "I read...a dozen? They gave me too much anxiety. Too much will-they-won't-they, back-and-forth business. Too personal, too high stakes, too real for me to actually relax and read."

It was a very expensive ride. "Of course it is, this is a memory that I'll engrave in my head forever hehe." "Oh really? There were better moments than this though." I can't believe this guy is such a clichè. I guess he wanted to do some romantic stuff he saw on tv. "Better moments than this? I can't possibly think of anything better than riding the ferris wheel on the sunset with you, isn't that the most romantic?" Ugh, just like what I've thought! What a clichè.

They clashed and met, then separated to repeat a similar rhythm. Velia squeezed Lucas' broad chest. Lucas' reception drove her wild with desire. She spurred on and shifted slightly to position Lucas' masculinity at her sensitive spot. Desire was fulfilled. It felt intoxicating. Injecting addiction and greed that fueled their passion. As if there was a blazing fire engulfing them. Surrounding and burning them as if they were worthless pieces of wood. Igniting. Sparking. Each flame brought forth a growing blaze. Boiling. Evaporating. Each heat brought forth cascades of sweat.

“I have something for you.” Sara raised an eyebrow, her frown deepening as she took the letter from my hands. “What’s this?” “A letter from my mother,” I said softly. “She wrote it before I left home.” Her fingers smoothed over the parchment as she unfolded it. I watched her expression shift as she read the words—softening, then hardening again. The tension in my chest tightened. I hadn’t included the second letter, the one where my mother explicitly told me to seduce Nolan and secure his heart for the sake of my people.