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Antonio smiled slightly. Suddenly Rose seemed to wake up from all that pleasure. Her eyes flashed with obvious fear. "It's going to hurt a bit, but I promise I'll take it slow." Antonio kissed Rose's forehead, trying to calm her down. Meanwhile Antonio prepares in front of Rose's valley of love. The tip of his spear was already cocked, ready for battle. Antonio's hand reached for Rose's chest. Giving it a slow and gentle squeeze. The man kissed Rose again. This time with slow movements and it felt very romantic to Rose. Her heart was beating hard. Her breathing was ragged, and the fear that had appeared suddenly disappeared. The pleasure that had escaped from her body embraced her again. Thi

This isn't because of-" he shook his head, the smile not disappearing. "This was already planned, "Rose. I just needed an excuse to get you here," he admitted. "Do you accept my gift?" Thump, thump, went my heart. Without hesitation, I replied, "yes." I took the flowers out of his hand and placed them in the vase he provided. I noticed that they weren't fake and were indeed real. What a man to give a woman real flowers. A friendly man, I reminded myself. Nicolaus was just a friend. Even if his gesture seemed anything but friendly.

Rose said looking straight in his eyes. “What? You feel nothing for me at all?” Oliver was beyond shock. “Nope. You know, previously when you used to touch me, or even was just near me, I used to get nervous and had those insane butterflies in my stomach but right now, it feels like Mark is touching me. I have no special feelings for you or any other guy, whatsoever. It’s just Elijah that is in my mind” Rose said truthfully but Oliver was able to comprehend her words. “How? You met that bloody guy only two days ago!” Oliver shouted angered by her words.

“I say first you get on your knees and fuck me with that skilful tongue of yours.” Rose had told me how different she was back at home than she was with me. Here, she was free of the watchful eyes that judged every little action she made. She was free to decide based on how she felt and not on the accord of others. I loved this Rose way more. The bold Rose, the seductive Rose, and even the horny Rose were a thousand times better than the tamed and decent and refined Rosaline Guerra of the Cosa Nostra.

Everything happened too fast, and Charmine was not ready for it all. Out of the blue, a red rose suddenly appeared before her eyes, and Charmine turned to see that Anthony somehow managed to walk to her side without being noticed. He simply handed her a rose, his gesture elegant and posh. “When you can’t decide, let God decide for you.” Let God decide? Anthony plucked the petals of the rose one by one as he spoke, just like how it was in a romantic film. What would be left when he plucked out all of the petals?

Trailing his fingers through them, sniffing them. “Do you know why the rose is the most beautiful flower of all and why covered with thorns?” He asked. I snuggled my head into his chest. “So that the beauty of rose can be protected,” I replied. “Yes, and if you want to hold something precious, you have to face the consequences,” he added. Something clicked inside me. “You are my flower, and I am your protective thorn,” he whispered. “But what would you do when someone else wants to touch your flower, trying to destroy those delicate petals?”

He was surprised and tense at first, but he eventually returned the gesture. "You're welcome, Rose," he softly replied. We pulled away after a while and told each other that we'd meet again soon. I sighed as I watched him ride away to the royal palace, wishing that we were courting or married so I didn't have to wait to see him another day… Hopefully, all of that would change. ***** Looks like Dimitri has a fairly dark past... Classic Rose is going to learn how to fight and defy all odds. Yay! Thanks for the follows, favs, and reviews! Feel free to let me know your thoughts on this chapter. Until next time...

he asked staring into my eyes like they held answers. I hated the fact I couldn't understand what he said but the fact that he referred to me as a rose made me happy. He tore away from me and stood to his feet, rubbing his face with his palm, trying to catch his breath. I couldn't meet his eyes. For the first time in my life, I didn't know what to say so I just sat quietly, waiting for him to say something. Images of what just happened kept replaying in my head like a movie and a shameful part of me wanted to repeat everything again.

When she tried to create distance between them, he pulled his hand out of her grasp and then picked up the rose that had fallen then he wrapped his other hand around her waist and pulled her even closer, her chest against his stomach, she could feel every slow breath he took, her knees weakened and almost became mush. He handed the bloody rose over to her, she reached for it, subconsciously collecting it from him...feeling the wetness of his blood against her fingers. “Rain...” he said. The edges of his lips curled up and his hold on her waist tightened. Rain held her breath and waited…

The scent of fresh herbs and flowers filled the air, a stark contrast to the life of chaos they had both known. Without a word, Amethyst turned to Dylan and kissed him. She couldn't hold it back anymore. She's been waiting for Dylan to see her for a long time; she's wanted to kiss Dylan for a long time, and now that he's in front of her and now that she knows that Dylan loves her, Amethyst won't miss it anymore. The kiss was a gentle, tender kiss, filled with the emotions of their long separation. Dylan, being hungry for Amethyst's lips, kissed her back, his hands finding her waist and pulling her closer. As he pulled her closer, it seemed that Dylan had no intention of letting go. They paus