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“Late night. Homework.” He didn’t buy it but didn’t push. Instead he leaned in, voice low. “Listen, there’s this thing tonight—small bonfire at the beach. Just a few people. You should come. Get out of your head for a bit.” She almost said no. Then she saw Noah across the hall—hood up, knuckles still taped under his sleeves, avoiding her eyes. “Yeah,” she told Liam. “I’ll come.” The rest of the day blurred. Classes. Notes. Whispers.

A few seconds later, she forced her voice to sound calm before saying, "Find him. Find him immediately!" Just as Matthew turned to leave, he spotted me on the operating table and screamed, "Sir!" Tara knitted her brows. "Who are you talking to? I want you to find Eric, not Brandon!" With a trembling finger, he pointed behind her, whispering, "Ms. Brewer, that is Mr. Robles…"

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This is how I felt every time I saw and heard her sing and play any musical instrument before. Try to lock me in this cage I won't just lay me down and die I will take these broken wings And watch me burn across the sky Hear the echo saying I... Won't be silenced Though you wanna see me tremble when you try it All I know is I won't go speechless Speechless 'Cause I'll breathe When they try to suffocate me Don't you underestimate me 'Cause I know that I won't go speechless All I know is I won't go speechless

And when I sink into her wet heat, fireworks go off behind my eyes. And they keep going off. I scythe in and out of her, every thrust a life-changing indulgence, every kiss a new promise. Mine, the monster roars. Mine, only mine. Mine forever. And Tom’s in here somewhere still, knowing it’s not right, but I can’t stop the wolf. He gets what he wants, and he wants Jasmine. She has no chance in hell of not being claimed tonight. Mine, mine, mine.

Her voice was a broken whimper, her hips bucking against my face, grinding that sweet, soaked cunt against my lips. "Fuck, you taste like sin," I groaned against her, the vibrations making her shudder. My fingers dug into her thighs, spreading her wider, exposing her—every inch of her, from her clit to that tight little hole that clenched like it was begging to be filled. I lapped at her like a man possessed, my tongue fucking into her before swirling around her clit, over and over, until her thighs were trembling, her breath coming in ragged, needy gasps.

DUAA "Then let the world burn, baby. Because on your birthday, you won't just wear the crown. You'll own the fire." His words echoed against the shell of my ear like a curse—dark, destructive, and terrifyingly inevitable. I froze in place, my breath caught somewhere between my lungs and lips. His arms wrapped around me from behind, a slow drag of possessive fingers crawling up my waist as if he was claiming every inch of me with just a touch.

Isabella stood before them, clothed in white, her hair braided with gold cords. “We are not here to celebrate a ministry,” she said, her voice lifted above the hum of joy. “We are here to remember that love is the fire that burns and does not consume. That the altar we burned, burned away our pride, our sin, our idols—so that Christ could be enthroned in us.” Arthur joined her and lifted the cup. “To the fire that cleanses, and the King who reigns. May our lives never stop burning.” A thousand voices echoed the amen.

Feeling his member touch the most sensitive part of me is as if we are one. If I told you this was only gonna hurt If I warned you that the fire's gonna burn Would you walk in? Would you let me do it first? Do it all in the name of love Would you let me lead you even when you're blind In the darkness, in the middle of the night In the silence, when there's no one by your side (If I told you this would only hurt If I warned you the fire would burn Would you walk in it? Would you let me go first?