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Hearing the hot sultry voice of a woman in an extreme state of euphoric high would indeed be a favorite talk for anyone, especially to those who fancy his wife's inner fire behind the privacy of their home. "Ohhhhhhh...." "You make me feel sooooo good, Tristan..." "Yes, keep doing that please..." “I want more of that...” “Press a little bit harder...” the chords of sweet syrupy urging abated a little but the message contained within those barely whispered wanting could only set aflame any man’s desire. Warren closed his eyes and took one more swig at the half emptied bottle on his hands.

Halo - Beyonce 🍯🍯🍯🍯🍯🍯🍯🍯🍯🍯🍯🍯🍯 It's Monday, time to go back to the stable. Work, as usual. Even though I am pregnant, I have to keep working because my husband is at the end of the world. If only he were around, I'm sure he would have spoiled me a lot. Again, I was attacked by homesickness this morning.

The mighty don't notice the small. Elena said nothing. Her father continued, “They say the War God is mighty and powerful in a way most people will never understand. No one dares speak when he says no. No one even coughs or breathes wrong in his presence. It’s said he fought bravely in the last war. — In all of this, here is the part you need to hear — he needs you just as much as you need him.”

God, she bristled. “Then what does it become?” she said. I kept my gaze level, let the word out like a bullet from a precision trigger: “A war.” There was no drama in it. No raised voice, no flourish. Just the realignment of priorities. If her father believed I had orchestrated the attack.

He murmured a few words of encouragement but Delia took none, she kept on wailing aloud and screaming in desperation. After a while, she stopped screaming and then began to accuse Heathrow for her sorrows. "YOU LIED TO ME. I HATE YOU. I HATE YOU MORE THAN I HATE HER. YOU'RE SUCH A LIAR." "Delia, I've never lied to you and I'll never lie to you, and… you know that. You know that, Delia. I will never lie to you." "But…what about when you told me that when my mother dies, I'll be free from weakness, you told me that when she's dead I'll be powerful, unstoppable and godlike."

she said softly. She could no longer speak with Jake's sticky stare after she uttered the soldier's name. She closed her eyes and waited for the lips to touch hers again. Next words come out on her mouth is the moan as there's f finger penetrated her most hidden underwear. She has the feeling of waiting to enter her womanhood. "I need you," Jake whispered.

Not even a little. So instead, I ignore them, pop an earbud into my empty left ear, and listen to the song by The Cab. It came with a message saying I must stay safe. Sent by the one girl I had no business falling for. But did. They say before you start a war You better know what you’re fighting for Well baby, you are all that I adore If love is what you need, a soldier I will be Without my permission, a ridiculously helpless smile curves my lips as I listen to the words.

It had only been two nights, but already the place felt less like a hideout and more like a slow, sprawling trap. His phone had two bars, barely. Still, when it rang, he answered before the second buzz. Harlow. “Took you long enough.” Her voice cut sharp. “Took you long enough to almost ruin your life.” “I thought we were past that.” “We’re not past anything, Riven. Your dick is still trending.” He leaned back against the wooden post, lips tugging into a smirk. “So it’s true what they say. Bad press is still press.” “This isn’t press. It’s war.”

Raven’s point of view. I was tied up in a dark room, with my hands and legs tried, and a gag put in my mouth. I scanned the room and saw four other girls like me, with our body covered with thin, transparent fabric. I gritted my teeth as I thought of how to free myself from the alpha of Blood Moon’s pack, but just then I heard footsteps approaching the room. “We must do as he says, if we ever want to end this war and get back our soldiers that he is holding captive.” A voice said.

except for one, I notice. I hitch in a breath as my gaze meets the eyes of the brooding War God. His eyes are colder than an Arctic wind, and though he holds the Goddess of Love in his arms, he barely seems to notice her. His eyes flit from me to Apollo, his expression unreadable, other than the obvious tightening of his jaw. I force myself to pull my gaze away, focusing with difficulty on Apollo, who's smile has turned amused. "Interesting dynamic there, you two." He says in a voice that holds the smallest, almost undetectable amount of bitterness. "In all the myths, it is Aphrodite and Ares who are in love, unable to stay away from each other...and yet...that has never been the case." "Wha