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he groaned, his voice hoarse. On instinct, I leaned down, taking him slowly into my mouth. My nerves hummed with uncertainty and excitement. His hand threaded through my hair, not forceful, just steady, guiding me. His breathless curses and moans filled the air as he whispered how good it felt, how much he had missed me. When he released into me, the taste was sharp and unfamiliar, and I swallowed with effort even as he murmured that I did not have to. Aleksander pulled me up to him, kissing me deeply, tasting himself on my lips. He positioned himself at my entrance, his forehead pressed to mine. The first thrust made me gasp, my body tensing at the sharp sting.

Imani was caught in the middle, and she let herself feel it all—the fire, the teasing, the tension, the love, the desire—and it coursed through her like liquid heat. The night stretched on, long and slow, a dance of intimacy, closeness, and teasing. Deep down, Imani knew the fire between them had crossed a line. Once crossed, nothing would ever be the same again.

He mused and only when the knife cluttered to the ground, I took a breath, but that was short lived as he twisted his hand in my hair and connected our mouths together. I gasped and he used it as an opportunity to plunge his tongue inside my mouth. I moaned in protest, but he didn't let go of my wrists. Spicy peppermint. That's what he tasted like. I wanted none of it. He acted like a king claiming his ownership on an untouched land. He was conquering my mouth. Dominating it. When he finally let go, we were both panting. His eyes focused on my lips and slowly drifted down to my breasts. He adjusted himself in front of me and I heard the click of a lock. I didn't think twice before going out

They will all cry of blood and beg but no mercy. My heart suddenly felt a spung of pain but I neglect it. My tears are already in my eyes but I controlled it so much not to flow in my face. my hands are trembling with such anger but nothing can erase it. I tried to calm but as I remember those flowers, animals and the forest being burned with no mercy, my heart instantly feel agony. I felt deep pity for the lost lives that humans didn't realize. I felt deep anger to those who did that such crime. Maybe he was happy that he hurt the feelings of the owner by doing revenge in those flowers, but time will come he will die in frint of me. I unconsciously kneeled because of sympathy I can't hold o

He must think I’m pretty pathetic if that’s what he was thinking of me. Then the anger switch flipped. “How dare you come over to me and act like I’m the one overreacting.” I hissed. “I’m under-reacting.” I picked up a stone and threw it at him, pegging him right in the chest. He could’ve easily dodged it, but then it would’ve hit one of his pack members behind him, thus gaining more of an audience than we already had. “I’m not ready to talk to you. Hell, I don’t even want to see you.” I had to be honest.

I will answer. If any of you are waiting for romance and leap , so sorry to disappoint you. . No leap no romance till 100 chapters. When Apurva Sanghvi will be properly introduced then it will start . so after 100 chapters you will find romantic scenes , true love and friendship , business ethics and family survival, war between pride and justice . Thanking you Author HEER.

I even added a love diagram on top of it. I threw the book on the ground as I sighed. I feel like I am going insane. I thought about tomorrow and I can't help but think of them watching the fireworks as they kiss passionately. They are even walking down the pathway of the night street as they hold hands. Oh God! I am insane. Insane or not, I need to stop them from going tomorrow and it's all because I know Hilary is a witch, that's all. I have a long nose right now.

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he rasped, his hips twitching forward automatically against my mouth. I smiled against his skin, fueled by the intoxicating rush of power. I kept going, increasing the pace, swallowing him whole until his breathing turned ragged and violent. "Fuck, Wildcat... I'm going to come," he whispered hoarsely, his body stiffening. A second later, a thick, hot white liquid spilled across my face and chin. I leaned up, slowly licking the stray drops from his skin as he threw his head back, his chest heaving as he fought to regain his breath.

“And spicy.” “You should have thought of that before serving me,” she replied coolly. I swallowed hard. I wanted to tell her I hadn’t cooked it that way. But the truth had never mattered here. “Keep drinking,” she ordered. “And stop whining.” I nodded again. Bracing myself, I lifted the bowl and forced myself to drink it all in one go. The spice scorched my tongue and scraped down my throat like fire, my eyes watering as my stomach twisted violently. The salt made nausea rise fast and sharp, and I had to fight the urge to retch.