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I looked at him with a snort, I grabbed his cheek and pinched it so he moaned. "I knew it, you're going to do that to my cheek!" He said annoyed and rubbed his cheek. I burst out laughing and rolled over on his bed. "What about you, how are you?" I stopped at his question. "Tsk, you're still asking questions! It's boring too, can you believe we had a date at the library--" I didn't finish what I was going to say when he said something. "That's a good library, isn't it, I want to try it there but boys are so stagey, like girls, they prefer it in bed! By the way, what did you two do in there?"

Lance was already planning on the things he wants to do at the mall. One afternoon, Charm asked me to go around with her before going home. She looked so sad and distracted. We went to the Square and checked out the new stores and ate pizza. She told me she broke up with Franco. They had a misunderstanding and she's not really very patient. I was upset. I really liked Franco. He seemed so dependable, kind, and smart. "I think I got bored. I was looking again for excitement. Our relationship just went through that comfortable phase." Charm picked on her food. I retorted, "He's such a nice boy. He is exactly what you need. I don't know what else you are looking for." I wanted to kick her. I

Her eyes widened, and she fell to her knees before him, although it was clear that she was far older than he. "Beta," she began, rather meekly, "I am sorry for losing my temper in your presence. She said some..some disrespectful things and I couldn't...I couldn't take it. " Her voice shook with emotion, like she was about to break down into tears. To my surprise, he ran his fingers through her dreadlocks, soothing her tenderly, and she rubbed against his legs, seeking his comfort. It was almost a sweet scene, like the one between a mother wolf and a pup. It is okay, Desdemona. I will handle the proud princess myself. From now onwards, Princess Miatta is my responsibility.

His eyes peeled open and I moan while staring at eyes of amber that had flecks of crimson red. "I love you," Xavier whispered before pushing into me. I gasp, gripping his shoulders as he pushed deeper into me. My thighs shook as he pushed until he was fully inside me. He pulls out a little only to slam back in. "Do you see how much I love you Rora?" He pants, moaning when I clenched around him. I nodded moaning softly. "Yes."

Zandra Franco POV He moves slowly, rolling his hips with the utmost care. Once again, Xander is all things gentle and patient—and it feels utterly divine. Where once we were feral and desperate, we’re now connected and unhurried. This isn’t sex—it’s lovemaking.

His voice was low and gentle, yet absolutely assertive. Pouting, Abigail huffed, "Tyrant!" In response to her adorable antics, Xander leaned in again, planting kisses on her forehead, eyes, nose, and finally, on her lips. "In every other aspect, you can do as you please, but when it comes to matters of romance, I will not yield." "Then you can't even look at other women. If you can do it, I can too." Xander agreed, "Deal." He had never shown any interest in other women, much less looked at them. And he did not need her to tell him that.

I held my breath, my heart beating so loudly I was sure they could hear it. Julian did not give him time to recover. “And how’s your relationship going? You guys seem stronger than ever.” Another silence. I waited. “It’s going great,” Xander finally said. His voice was steady. Warm. Certain. “Lena is still the most loving person I’ve ever known. Nothing’s changed.” He paused, then added quietly but firmly, “I still love her. Damn… I love her so much.” My world stopped. Camille covered her mouth with both hands, her eyes shining like she had just witnessed the most romantic confession ever. Julian grinned widely and patted Xander’s back.

she asked lightly. “Yes.” “Romantic.” His gaze flicked up briefly. “Hold still.” He rolled her sleeve carefully. The graze ran along her upper arm, shallow but angry. “It’s nothing,” she said. “It’s not nothing.” His fingers were steady as he cleaned the wound. But his breathing wasn’t. She noticed. “You’re shaking,” she said quietly. “I’m not.” “You are.” He stopped moving. For one second. Then continued. “I don’t react well,” he said evenly, “when people I care about are shot.”

My best friend liked it instantly. [Congrats, Director Thornton. Welcome to freedom!] I was promoted to the position of finance director in my company. I bought my own home, and I had a cat. After everything I had been through, I finally understood that loving myself was where lifelong romance would truly begin.

She moaned louder than before and they came together. He falls on her, crushing her under his weight but making sure that he isn't hurting her. Breathing heavily he turned on his back and laid beside her. She opened her eyes slowly and placed her forehead on his. She wriggled into him, placed her head on his chest. He wanted to take her one more time but he controlled himself as he knew that it was her first time and now it could hurt her. "I love you, Xaphan" she whispered. "I love you too, Nikki!"