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I searched her face, and she looked at me with fear, which made me wondered what could be wrong. "Let me worship your body, mate. Allow me," I bet that wasn't me anymore, I had lost my mind in her estacy. "I… I," she closed her eyes, concerned about her scars "Your scars make you beautiful, mate. Let me kiss each one of them, please," I said, returning to kissing her soft lips. "Trust me," I whispered through the kiss. Her hands weakened, and I continued lowering her dress, baring her to my hungry gaze. I had to control my anger at the first scar; someone had hurt my mate deeply. I kissed each of the scars I came across, and before long, she was naked under me. I kissed each of her scars, ev

As I burned to death, my lungs filled with despair. The extreme temperature made red lumps and blisters form across my body, which was curled up towards the end as if I had transformed into a lump of coal. With the gentlest touch, my skin flaked away to expose the lumps of flesh underneath. The state of my body was so horrific that even the firefighters and doctors who arrived at the scene did not dare to approach. They all covered their mouths and noses before beginning to throw up.

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How many times had I been lost in this body with a desperate passion? A low groan caught in my throat. I wanted to step forward, to kiss every inch of her, to possess her once more. But she slowly turned her back to me. She turned away slowly, and the world stopped. A cold dread washed over me as I saw the scars covering her back. My eyes were seared as if by a flame, and I had to turn away, a choking pain seizing my chest. My eyes darted away as if they were seared by a flame.

SONG OF THE CHAPTER: I'M TIRED BY LABRINTH AND ZENDAYA. IVARA'S POV: The smoke hasn’t faded. Even after days, it still clings to my skin; the scent of burnt metal and blood. I can’t wash it off. I’ve tried.

Chapter 183: A Dangerous Gift Darius’s POV The scar across my chest burned like it was fresh, an angry reminder of Veyron’s curse and everything it had cost. No matter how many times I tried to ignore it, the faint, unholy glow beneath my skin pulsed, as if mocking my every attempt to move on.

xXxXxXxX It's a short chapter, I apologize for that but in the next chapter we finally get to see what happened to Niklaus years ago (the accident behind the scar) Don't forget to comment ❤️ and please don't forget to vote💎

Chilli POV Am I okay? Is he kidding me! He drugged and abducted me, where I woke up in the back this fucking van, with a butch woman shouting at something. Then being pinned down and choked by said woman whilst he storked towards me with another syringe, so, no I'm not o bloody kay. There is a fire storm burning inside of me that has been brewing since I came too. I am inches away from blowing up and burning down this van as my patience runs thin. Why does this keep happening to me? "Chilli ... Isn't it? Your name, is Chilli right?" The scard man asks and I can't help but growl at him, "I get it, your angry, "

I stammered, feeling nervous all over again. His voice was soft but full of power, control, and something deeper I couldn’t name. "Please, let me heal you, Ma chérie," he whispered behind me, his voice brushing over my skin like silk. Then… he began whispering in a language I didn’t understand—ancient, dark, magical. His voice was like a song, deep and commanding. A strange heat started spreading across my back. It didn’t burn—it felt warm, comforting, like sunlight wrapping around my pain. I closed my eyes, gasping softly as the warmth deepened. And then... the pain vanished. It was like someone lifted years of suffering off my back, both physical and emotional. Zach stepped back a little,

I could feel his member pushing on my thigh through the jeans. He lifted me up slightly removing my shirt. His eyes widened as he saw the scar covering from my shoulder to the bottom of my ribs. I had forgotten about it in the moment. I could sense his anger rolling off him as he focused on the imperfections of my body. He leaned in and kissed me passionately. I felt his bare chest press against mine as my body gushed, soaking my panties. A deep groan came from his chest as if he knew exactly what he was doing to me.