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as he flung open the carriage door and extended his hand to her. The invisible chain that had connected her heart to his from the first time she had laid eyes on him, quoting Byron in his brother's drawing room, felt like it was visible evidence of the collar and chain, which she placed her hand into his knowing she couldn't very well confess. She was rapidly learning that a woman's passions could be twice as harmful as those of a young girl since they can be just as all-consuming.

He turned back and moved closer to Angela. “That’s why I want you to stay away from him.” “Okay, I promise I would avoid him from now on.” Angela said. Feeling pity for him about the loss of his aunt. “But you went in the fire at the resort.” Angela said. Trenton held her chin up with an affectionate gaze. “I make sacrifices for who I love. I love you Angela, please be mine and mine alone.” He confessed his feelings. The words sounded unbelievable to Angela. “Don’t leave me. I would do whatever it takes to keep you by my side. We’re not talking about divorce anymore. I bless the day we got married.” Trenton added. Angela’s eyes glistened with tears. This was really happening.

I shouldn't yell at him. I opened my mouth to talk but a mlam escaped my lips instead when he buried his face on the nook of my neck. "Hmm."I moaned out softly. “Stop “ “ Let me go” l said Calmly. I tried my best to force back another moan that wanted to escape my lips. I don't want him but my body does. My body was reacting to every of his touch. I'm already wet. “How do l hate him but yet Crave him this much”

In the steam, his gaze is a burning gray. "It is you who deserves all the credit, mia regina. For holding on. For patiently shaping me into a man who can, sometimes, trust." I draw him to me and kiss him. It is a kiss that is nothing gentle. It is a claim, a celebration, a conflagration. The taste of water, of him, of us. His hands run over my back, my hips, pressing me against him, erasing the little space that remained. Passion, between us, has never been a soft flame. It is an underground blaze that smolders permanently, ready to ravage everything in its path as soon as it is given the opportunity.

(Elena's POV) I knew there had been someone before me, that wasn't surprising. Matteo had lived thirty-four years before I ever walked into this story. What surprised me was how rarely he spoke about that part of his life. Paris existed like a closed door: mentioned occasionally, never opened. And after our conversation in the courtyard, I couldn't stop thinking about it. About her. Claire, the woman whose name had slipped into existence without ever fully arriving, the woman he had loved before he became Father Matteo Romano, the woman he had left behind.

It was as if his conscience was dead and covered with burning desire and passion. Until I feel tired and weak to be able to move again let alone open my eyes. My body felt like it was boneless. I feel no pleasure because I know and am aware that this action is wrong, very wrong! To make me now like a lowly woman like a whore, for having this first night and hot tussle with a married man. A wife who is far more than everything from me who is nothing. In an instant all the dreams of my life were crushed because of a mistake one night by the unstoppable passion of a man whom i silently admire. Daniel Noel, my own boss.

HUSBAND. He smiled sadly. She didn't want to acknowledge their marriage but didn't react. He was tired of always reacting to every little thing. If he was to win her back, he had to start with always controlling his temper especially around her. ‍​‌‌​​‌‌‌​​‌​‌‌​‌​​​‌​‌‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​​‌‌​‌​‌​​​‌​‌‌‍Book From Passion to Obsession, chapter Chapter 43, page 1 read online

Good heavens, his look could have set the whole world on fire. There was no lust in us, no irrational desire either; the heat was so intense that I was finally able to put a name to what she provoked in me: passion. There wasn't that primitive urge to possess her and get carnal satisfaction because this goes beyond the physical. It was the ability that she had to turn on every corner of my interior without touching me. I ran from her neck to her mouth with such reverence and delicacy that I was surprised that fire could be present with such a soft and delicate act.

AND WHY THE HELL I AM GOING TO PANIC? “The morning here looks incredible Joeff, it is awesome.” The sense of being content. She is the best example for that word. I hope everyone appreciate the morning just like her. But I understand how this world works. @DEATH WISH Thank you for supporting my Novel! You may also read my complete Novel, (hmmm... while waiting for an update) Title: TAMING THE DANGEROUS CEO THE DEVILISH BILLIONAIRE FATED TO MARRY THE DEVIL

Weird thing though, it was Chelsea that I saw and not Theriss’ face. The car accident... Could it be… I prayed to Papa God to watch over me and over the people who needed Him. Then I took a deep breath and looked forward to enjoying the holiday! I love You so much, Almighty Father. @DEATH WISH Thank you for supporting my Novel! You may also read my complete Novel, (hmmm... while waiting for an update) Title: TAMING THE DANGEROUS CEO THE DEVILISH BILLIONAIRE FATED TO MARRY THE DEVIL