Chapter One
As night fell, the cold moon hung high in the sky. The bright moonlight fell on the ancient castle on the edge of the city, casting a mysterious silver veil around it. Emily stood on the balcony, looking at the forest in the distance, and felt a chill rising from the bottom of her heart. Since moving to this castle, her life has become bizarre and mysterious. The cold wind in October swept across her bare shoulders, bringing a shudder. Emily subconsciously wrapped her woolen shawl tightly around her, but she couldn't feel any warmth. This castle seems to be always cold, just like its mysterious owner Lucas Black, exuding an inaccessible atmosphere. "Miss Emily," suddenly, a low voice sounded behind her, "You'll catch a cold if you're still outside so late." She turned around and saw Lucas standing at the balcony door. The moonlight outlined his tall figure. He was wearing a dark silk shirt, and the collar vaguely revealed his strong chest. The amber eyes flickered strangely in the darkness, as if they could see through her soul. "Mr. Black," Emily whispered, trying to hide the trembling in her voice, "I'm just admiring the moonlight." Lucas took a step forward, but suddenly stopped. Emily noticed that his body stiffened instantly, and his nostrils fluttered slightly, as if he was sniffing something. His expression became solemn, and a glimmer of wildness flashed in his eyes, but was quickly suppressed. "Please go in," his voice was hoarser than usual, "It's not safe here." Just then, a cold night breeze swept across the balcony, bringing a faint smell of rust. Emily saw that Lucas's fingers were almost pinched into the stone railing, and his knuckles were white. She couldn't help but take a step back, her heartbeat accelerated. "I thought this castle was the safest place," she whispered, "after all, you are here." Lucas let out an almost inaudible growl, "Some danger, Miss Emily, is much closer than you think." His eyes looked unusually sharp in the moonlight, "especially on a full moon night." Suddenly, a wolf howl came from the distant forest, shrill and long. Emily was surprised to find that Lucas' pupils shrank in an instant and turned into vertical pupils like a beast, but the fleeting change made her wonder if it was just an illusion caused by the moonlight. Just then, a cold breath passed by her from behind, accompanied by a chuckle. Emily turned around and saw only a dark shadow flashing in the corner of the balcony. When she looked back again, Lucas had come to her side, with a hand gently on her shoulder. "I'll take you back to your room," he said, with an unquestionable commanding tone in his voice. Emily noticed that his palms were surprisingly hot, in sharp contrast to the chill of the castle. Walking in the dark corridor of the castle, Emily could feel Lucas' presence, he walked behind her like a silent guardian. Moonlight poured in through the Gothic stained glass windows, casting mottled shadows on the floor. "Good night, Miss Emily," Lucas whispered in front of her door, "Remember, no matter what sound you hear, don't leave the room tonight." "Why?" Emily asked subconsciously. Lucas was silent for a moment, his eyes looked deep and dangerous in the moonlight, "Because the moonlight tonight is too beautiful, it will always wake up something that shouldn't wake up." When the door closed behind her, Emily leaned against the door, her heartbeat still alarmingly fast. She could hear Lucas's footsteps gradually fading away, but she seemed to hear the sound of wings flapping outside the window. She walked to the window and looked out through the glass. In the moonlit courtyard, she saw a figure standing by the fountain. The man looked up at her window, and the moonlight illuminated his pale marble face - it was Draco, with a mysterious smile on his lips and a dangerous light in his eyes. When Emily blinked, his figure had disappeared, as if he had never appeared. Emily lay trembling on the bed, listening to the wolf howling outside the window. She knew that she had fallen into a world full of dangers, and this was just the beginning. On this moonlit night, her fate was closely linked to two mysterious and dangerous beings, and there was no turning back.
Chapter Two
In the dead of night, Emily lay in bed, the faces of Lucas and Draco appeared in her mind. She could not resist the deep attraction, but she also knew that she was caught in a dangerous vortex. She knew that the confrontation between the two men was a life-and-death hostility, and she was just a pawn in their war. A corner of her heart reminded her to escape, but the deeper desire pulled her to stay in this mysterious castle, looking forward to the unknown encounter.
Just as she was about to fall asleep, a slight knock on the window interrupted the silence. Emily opened her eyes, and the moonlight poured into the room through the curtains, making the corners of the room particularly dark. She sat up subconsciously, trembling slightly and walked to the window. When she opened the curtains, a figure was standing in front of her, cold and elegant.
It was Draco.
"Sorry, I scared you, Emily." His low voice was frivolous and indifferent, as if every word revealed his unfathomable darkness. His eyes were like two flames in the abyss, locking onto her with an irresistible force.
"How... are you here?" Emily's heartbeat quickened, and her hands unconsciously clenched a corner of the curtain. She knew she should be scared at this moment, but Draco's unique charm made it hard for her to resist.
Draco did not answer her question, but slowly approached, lowered his head and whispered in her ear: "You know why I'm here, Emily. You've never really been afraid of me, right?"
The moment he approached, she smelled the cold breath on him, as if it came from the night a thousand years ago. Her breathing gradually became rapid, but she did not retreat, but was locked by his eyes, as if her soul was also attracted to him.
"Draco... we can't do this." Her voice was weak, but she did not retreat at all, as if even she herself was struggling with contradictions.
"You don't belong here at all, Emily. Staying here will only put you in deeper danger." Draco gently lifted her chin, with a smile on the corner of his cold mouth, that smile was both gentle and dangerous, "But if you want to know the real darkness, then come. I will take you to see everything."
At this moment, the door was pushed open, and Lucas' figure appeared at the door like a shadow. His face was gloomy, and his eyes were burning with anger. It was his possessiveness and anger that he could not hide. He walked towards Draco step by step, his hands clenched, his muscles tensed, as if he was going to pounce on and tear the enemy in front of him in the next second.
"Draco, let her go." Lucas' voice was low and threatening, like an enraged beast. It was the first time Emily saw him so out of control, his eyes were like a ball of unextinguishable fire, revealing uncontrollable anger and possessiveness.
Draco smiled slightly, released Emily's chin, and looked at Lucas provocatively. "Don't you understand yet? She doesn't belong to you. The savagery of the wolf tribe is nothing but a bondage to her, and I can give her true freedom."
"The 'freedom' you mentioned will only make her fall into darkness. You don't understand what true protection is." Lucas sneered, his eyes as sharp as an eagle. He slowly stepped forward, blocked Emily, and protected her behind him. That was his attitude as the wolf king, firm and unshakable.
Emily was sandwiched between the two, feeling her heartbeat speed up, as if breathing became difficult. These two completely different forces intertwined and collided in front of her, making it impossible for her to decide which side to choose.
Draco raised the corners of his mouth and slowly took a step back, his eyes still on Emily. "Emily, one day you will find that he can't satisfy the desire in your heart. And I am your true home."
As soon as the voice fell, Draco's figure disappeared into the night, as if he had never appeared.
Lucas looked at the empty room, his fists gradually loosened, but the anger and worry in his eyes remained. He turned around and looked at Emily softly, but his eyes still flashed with contradictions and forbearance.
"Are you okay?" He asked in a low voice, with a trace of undisguised concern in his voice.
Emily nodded, but her heart was in turmoil and it was difficult to calm down. She knew that she had fallen too deep. She could not let go of these two men easily, nor could she easily resist them. A complex emotion surged in her heart, which was a dangerous and fatal attraction.
"Lucas, I..." She wanted to say something, but lost her words when she met his eyes.
"Don't get close to him." Lucas' voice was low, with a hint of pleading and warning, "I know you feel confused, but Draco is not what you think. He will only drag you into the darkness, and I won't let him hurt you."
Emily just looked at him silently, and a touch of uncertainty gradually rose in her heart. She knew that this was not just a war, but a contest of feelings and desires. In this dangerous triangle relationship, she has gone too far and can never turn back.
Chapter Three
Emily stayed awake all night. The wind outside the window blew through the woods, making a low moan, as if the whole castle was whispering in her ear. She curled up in bed, recalling Draco's cold smile and Lucas's deep eyes. Two completely different attractions stirred in her heart, making her lost on the edge of danger and desire.
When the sky was slightly bright, she made a decision. She had to figure out what she wanted, the wildness and protection of the wolf tribe, or the mystery and temptation of the vampire. She got up and walked out of the room, walked through the deserted corridor, and came to the door of Lucas's study.
The door of the study was slightly open, and a whisper came from inside. Emily stood outside the door and pricked up her ears to listen.
"She is innocent, Lucas." A low and gentle female voice came from Lucas's sister, Leila. Emily had heard rumors about her. Leila was the wisest prophet in the wolf tribe and could always see fragments of the future.
"I know, Leila." Lucas' voice was hoarse, as if he had struggled all night, "but I can't control myself, I can't suppress my desire for her. I'm afraid that if she stays with me, she will only be swallowed by my darkness."
Emily's heart trembled, and she raised her hand to push open the door.
"Lucas." Her voice was abrupt and firm in the silent room.
The two turned around and saw her standing at the door with a hint of determination in her eyes. She walked slowly towards Lucas, looked up at him, with a hint of determination and inquiry in her eyes.
"I know you protect me, but I'm not a fragile child." Her voice was calm and firm, "I need to know the truth. Why are you always so hesitant? And why is Draco so persistent in approaching me?"
Lucas' expression froze for a moment, his eyes wandering on her face, as if he was weighing whether to tell her everything. Finally, he took a deep breath, as if he had made up his mind.
"Emily, the fate of our werewolves is usually determined at birth. The wolf tribe has a unique ability to perceive its partner. When we find that person, we will feel an attraction that cannot be ignored... and you are my destined partner." Lucas spoke in a low voice, with pain and desire flashing in his eyes.
Emily's heartbeat accelerated, and thousands of emotions surged in her mind, both shocked and confused. She never thought that she would become his destined partner, and his possessiveness and protectiveness of her turned out to come from this ancient bond.
She asked softly: "What about Draco? Why is he so obsessed with me?"
Lucas's eyes became more gloomy, and there was a hint of anger in his eyes. "Draco's tribe never believed in fate. They prefer to dominate their own future. And he believes that as long as he possesses you, he can destroy me and the traditional beliefs of the wolf tribe. So, he is not sincere to you, but to weaken my power."
Emily's heart suddenly tightened, and a hint of anger and loss surged in her eyes. However, she also felt a little unwilling, as if she was just a tool in this struggle, being fought over and torn by the two, and she had no right to control herself.
"So, Lucas, are you sincere? Is it just fate for me?" There was a hint of disappointment in her voice, and her eyes became cold.
Lucas was stunned, as if he was hurt by her question. He was silent for a moment before speaking: "Emily, I can't deny the existence of fate, but I can't ignore my feelings for you." He gently held her hand, his eyes full of affection and desire, "Whether it is fate or something else, I am willing to give up everything for you."
Just then, a slight sound came from outside the window. Emily turned back suddenly and saw a pair of dark red eyes flashing outside the window, like a flame in the dark, and the familiar cold breath startled her heart.
It was Draco.
He stood outside the window, sneering at them, as if everything was under his control. He knocked on the window lightly, his voice cold and full of provocation: "I don't think it's possible to talk about 'betraying' everything here, Lucas. You can't protect her because she will eventually come to me."
Lucas' eyes immediately became cold and dangerous. He stood in front of Emily, glared at Draco outside the window, and growled in a low voice: "Stay away from her, Draco. You can't force her to choose darkness."
Draco smiled slightly, his eyes full of evil confidence. He raised his eyebrows at Emily, as if everything was under his control. "Dear Emily, you will find that the bright world cannot satisfy your desire. And darkness - is your destination." After he finished speaking, his figure instantly disappeared into the night.
The room returned to silence, but the air was filled with tension and uneasiness. Emily looked at the empty darkness outside the window, feeling both fear and desire in her heart. She could no longer deny Draco's attraction to her, and the danger and mystery made her heart beat faster.
Lucas noticed her hesitation, and a trace of pain and uneasiness flashed in his eyes. He gently held her hand and whispered, "Emily, don't get close to him. His darkness will devour you and make you lost in the endless night."
She didn't respond, but just looked at him silently, her heart full of complicated emotions. She knew that she could no longer simply withdraw from the two of them. Her fate had been drawn into an uncontrollable vortex, and the only thing she could do was to follow her heart and touch the unknown darkness.
Chapter Four
As autumn deepened, the forest surrounding the castle donned a cloak of gold and crimson. Yet Emily felt none of the season's warmth. Since that night's revelation, her mind had been in constant turmoil, with Lucas's truth and Draco's temptation intertwining like two serpents in her thoughts, leaving her breathless.
That evening, Emily found herself alone in the castle's library, searching through ancient tomes for any mention of werewolves and vampires. As she focused on a yellowed manuscript, the air suddenly turned cold. Looking up, she found Draco standing across from her, his appearance as silent as shadow.
"Seeking truth, my dear Emily?" Draco leaned elegantly against the bookshelf, wearing a deep purple silk shirt that made his skin appear even paler. "But you know, written accounts are often one-sided."
Emily instinctively stepped back. "Why do you always appear like this? It's unsettling."
Draco chuckled softly, moving toward her with fluid grace. "Because I enjoy seeing you startled. It makes you even more enticing." His fingers traced her cheek, the cold touch making her shiver. "Lucas told you I'm merely using you, but did he mention that his fate is actually a chain binding him?"
Emily froze. "What do you mean?"
"The werewolves' so-called destined mates are nothing but constraints in their bloodline," Draco's voice carried a hypnotic power. "They're forced to love someone, forced to protect them. Isn't that tragic? While I..." his gaze deepened, "I choose you because I'm truly drawn to you."
A low growl suddenly echoed from the doorway. Lucas stood there, his eyes now golden, filled with rage. "Step away from her, Draco!" His voice carried an unmistakable threat.
Instead of retreating, Draco pulled Emily closer. "Why so angry, Lucas? Is it because I spoke the truth, or because you fear she might choose me?"
The tension in the air grew thick enough to cut. Emily could feel the energy between the two men threatening to tear the room apart. Lucas's body trembled as he fought to control the beast within.
"Enough!" Emily suddenly shouted, "What am I to both of you? Some trophy to be won?" Her voice carried both anger and hurt.
Both men froze. Pain flashed across Lucas's eyes, while Draco's expression turned contemplative.
Emily pushed away from Draco and walked toward the door, but paused beside Lucas. "You say I'm your destiny, but have you considered my feelings?" Her voice was soft but accusatory. "And you, Draco, if you truly cared for me, you wouldn't use me as a weapon against him."
She hurried from the library, and only when she reached the corridor did her tears finally fall. She didn't know whom to trust - Lucas, chosen by fate, or Draco, who chose her himself? More importantly, she began to question whether she truly understood her own heart.
As night fell, Emily stood on her balcony. Wolves howled in the distant forest, while somewhere in the castle, she thought she heard the flutter of bat wings. Everything reminded her that she stood at the crossroads between two worlds, and she had to make a choice.
Then she noticed items on the balcony railing: a rose as black as night with a blood-red sheen - Draco's mark. Beside it lay a wolf fang necklace, a werewolf protection charm, obviously left by Lucas.
Emily gently touched both items, her internal conflict growing stronger. She knew that choosing either would alter her destiny forever. But more importantly, she needed to understand what her heart truly desired.
As moonlight bathed the castle grounds, Emily realized that her decision wouldn't just be about choosing between two men - it was about choosing what kind of life she wanted, and more importantly, who she wanted to become.
Chapter Five
The following days in the castle were filled with an unbearable tension. Emily found herself constantly caught between shadows and silence, between warmth and cold. Every corner seemed to hold either Lucas's protective presence or Draco's seductive whispers. The weight of their attention was becoming increasingly suffocating.
One particularly cold morning, Emily discovered a mysterious leather-bound book in the library's restricted section. Its pages contained ancient prophecies about the eternal conflict between werewolves and vampires. As she read, her hands trembling, she found something that made her blood run cold.
'When the moon bleeds red and the night grows teeth, a choice will be made that breaks the ancient cycle. A mortal's heart shall tip the balance, bringing either eternal darkness or salvation to both races.'
"Interesting reading material," Leila's voice suddenly came from behind. Lucas's sister moved like a ghost, her silver eyes holding centuries of wisdom. "I've been waiting for you to find this."
Emily closed the book carefully. "Is this... about me?"
Leila's expression remained enigmatic. "The prophecy speaks of a mortal who stands between our worlds. But prophecies, dear Emily, are like rivers - they show the destination, but the path taken is always your choice."
"What happens if I choose wrong?" Emily's voice wavered.
"There is no wrong choice, only consequences," Leila replied, her voice gentle but firm. "But I must warn you - the blood moon approaches, and with it, a moment of truth that will change everything."
Before Emily could ask more questions, a commotion erupted from the castle grounds. They rushed to the window to see Lucas and Draco facing each other in the courtyard, their postures tense with barely contained violence.
"You've crossed the line, Draco," Lucas's voice carried up to them, filled with fury. "You dare to mark our territory?"
Draco's laugh was cold and mocking. "Territory? This stopped being about territory the moment she arrived. Or are you afraid she's already choosing me?"
Emily watched in horror as Lucas's form began to shift, his muscles rippling beneath his clothes. The morning sun caught his golden eyes, now burning with primal rage. Draco's own transformation was more subtle - his pale skin taking on an otherworldly sheen, his movements becoming impossibly fluid.
"Stop!" Emily's voice rang out across the courtyard. Both men froze, their attention snapping to her window. "This has to end!"
She turned to rush downstairs, but Leila caught her arm. "Be careful, Emily. The blood moon is three days away. Under its light, both races lose control of their darker natures. And you..." she paused meaningfully, "you will be at your most vulnerable."
When Emily reached the courtyard, the tension was thick enough to choke on. Lucas immediately moved to her side, his protective instinct evident in every motion. But it was Draco who spoke first.
"My apologies for the disturbance, dear Emily," his voice was silk over steel. "But perhaps it's time you understood the full scope of what you're involved in." He pulled an ancient medallion from his coat. "This belongs to your grandmother. She wasn't just any woman - she was a guardian, keeper of the balance between our races."
Emily's world tilted. "My grandmother? But she died when I was young..."
"She was murdered," Lucas cut in, his voice heavy with old pain. "By those who wanted to destroy the peace between our kinds. And now, as her descendant, you inherit her role - and her enemies."
The revelation hit Emily like a physical blow. Suddenly, everything made more sense - the mysterious circumstances that led her to the castle, both men's intense interest in her, the prophecy. She wasn't just caught between two supernatural beings; she was part of an ancient legacy.
"The blood moon comes," Draco said softly, his eyes locked on Emily. "And with it, powers long dormant will awaken. You'll need to choose not just between us, Emily, but between two paths for both our races."
As if in response to his words, clouds gathered overhead, casting strange shadows across the courtyard. Emily felt something stir within her, something old and powerful, like a sleeping giant finally beginning to wake.
Lucas moved closer, his warmth a stark contrast to the chill air. "Whatever you choose, Emily, know that my protection isn't just about fate or duty anymore. It's about-"
But before he could finish, a piercing scream cut through the air. All three turned to see Leila collapsed at the castle entrance, her silver eyes wide with terror as she pointed at the sky.
"It's coming," she gasped. "The blood moon... it's coming early. And with it, they're returning - the ones who killed your grandmother. They're coming for Emily."
In that moment, as Emily looked between Lucas and Draco, she realized that her choice might not be about love at all - it might be about survival.
THEN (1)
Ten months ago...
The woman beneath me radiated heat and moisture. Each moan that escaped her lips, each gasp that accompanied my deep thrusts, sent an electrifying shiver down my spine.
Finding myself gazing into the irresistible eyes of the captivating blonde was not what I had anticipated when I joined my cousin for drinks at one of his upscale clubs. I wasn't one to pick up women frequently, and when I did, I rarely took them home.
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A few hours earlier, I reluctantly stepped into the chaotic atmosphere of a nightclub. Instantly, my skin prickled with discomfort, and I fought the urge to turn around and seek solace in my sanctuary. But before I could retreat, my cousin Alan's arm descended upon my shoulder, effectively halting my escape.
"Don't even think about it, cousin," Alan said, guiding me through the crowd and the sea of gyrating bodies.
The music pounded loudly as we bypassed the speakers, causing my head to throb in rhythm.
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"Good evening, Omar!" Alan greeted the guard with a cheerful smile.
The guard reciprocated the smile. "Evening, Mr. de Loughrey," he replied, unhooking the rope and stepping aside. "Have a good time."
"That's the plan," Alan called back as we ascended the stairs to the VIP section.
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"Relax. We're here to enjoy the evening and perhaps the company of a lady or two. Maybe even three if we're lucky."
Club-goers of that nature were not my cup of tea, but that didn't mean I couldn't appreciate the view.
We entered the private area adorned with couches and a table concealed by thick, opulent curtains. Shortly after, a scantily clad waitress entered and took our order.
"WpoQuld Myouq juNstr rieylax?q"
I narrowed my eyes at him. "Says the snake."
"To the lion. If anyone is devouring someone here, it's you."
I exhaled sharply and ran my hands over my stubble.
"We ushSocu$lSdp bSe cleglebrRa'tiRnsgv.z"n
"It's been six months," I argued.
He rolled his eyes. "Six months since you became CEO, and you haven't celebrated that accomplishment even once."
"It's hard to celebrate something I knew was always going to be mine."
"It'ps hsOtiwll anQ FaacJcfotmLpJl,ishMment. SYGouI zdqidn't ,eaurn it sgoYlSehly ybBejcJaruusje ykoAu'rqe thRe fuirQstborznu.w Yomu) (wbormkedC y&ourY WaVsNs (off 'to 'rciseJ tuoG VtuhBeé top'.X"
He was right. From a young age, I had been ingrained with the notion that I needed to be the best, that only the best could carry the de Loughrey legacy into the future. If I failed to ascend, the mantle would have been passed to someone worthy.
The music beckoned me to the balcony railing, and I surveyed the crowd, observing the pulsating lights synchronized with the booming bass from the speakers. It was too loud for my taste, but Alan was correct—I needed to celebrate.
For years, I had sacrificed everything to climb to the pinnacle—so much so that the company had become my life. Every minute of every day was consumed by thoughts of our nearly two-century-old family business. We had emerged unscathed from the battles of the Industrial Revolution, survived the Great Depression, and thrived in the Technological Age.
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I narrowed my gaze as I turned toward him. His gray eyes sparkled mischievously, mirroring those of my younger brother, Hamilton. The same eyes as my father, uncle, and grandfather.
The eyes of a predator.
An intriguing observation.
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"No more than the ones sprouting in your dark locks. You need a haircut."
Alan ran his hand through his hair, which was long overdue for a trim. "All the better to be grabbed and tugged on when I'm between a woman's thighs."
A notion he wasn't entirely mistaken about. My scalp tingled with desire at the mere thought.
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"It would be easier to simply call Bridget or Antonia." Those two women were frequently enlisted as event dates or for nights when I needed relief.
"Where's the fun and excitement in that? The thrill of pursuing an agile, youthful woman to warm your manhood?"
Regrettably, his description alone awakened a craving for everything he depicted.
"WshereW dno Uyo.ut fiBnMd NthBe eGnXe(rsgXy?"_
"For starters, my mind isn't constantly preoccupied with the company. Secondly, I don't exhaust all my excess energy at the gym. And thirdly, I relish the chase. A hungry manhood will do whatever it takes to plunge into the wet warmth of a tight young woman."
"You're starting to sound like Hamilton," I remarked.
He shrugged. "I'm not as... virile as he is. My appetite is more refined, and I don't pursue it every week. Besides, the brainless bimbos he usually beds hold little appeal for me. I prefer the chase."
"I'émU uhÉeqryef Ptto re^laLxS.H"É
"And nothing is more relaxing than being pleasured by a woman's mouth up here while hundreds of bodies dance mere feet below."
"I'll take that into consideration."
He sighed and leaned against the railing.
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Before I could formulate a response, the waitress arrived with our drinks, and I gladly took a few strong sips of the amber liquid.
As I did so, my attention was caught by a woman with short, blonde hair stepping off the dance floor and making her way towards the bar. She seemed out of place, which intrigued me. While most women sported tight, revealing attire that accentuated their curves, her dress billowed behind her like something more suitable for a garden party than a night out.
THEN (2)
Her pale skin glowed against the deep navy fabric of her dress, while something white danced across it, breaking up the monotony. As she made her way through the bar, not a single person followed her. I watched her from my conversation with Alan, periodically glancing her way, but no one approached her.
After finishing my drink, I looked back to find her still sitting alone. Alan's stories of adventure and the effects of the alcohol had my mind spinning.
"I'm going to get another drink," I announced, standing up.
AlaDn WfzurjroWwned hRis ubirhow.F g"hCwiÉn'dOy hwLill óbe' b.ack so!onG.x"
I cleared my throat, determined to go. "It's fine."
He shook his head. "The bar is a mess. I wouldn't."
"I'll be back," I stated, not waiting for a response as I pushed through the heavy curtains and ventured down the dimly lit hallway.
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There was something about her that stood out, more than just her ethereal beauty. She was dressed elegantly for the evening, her conservative outfit contrasting with the other women in the bar. Her loose skirt hit mid-thigh, and she seemed unaffected by the alcohol. Her attention was fixated on the wall behind the bartender, and my curiosity intensified, desperate to know what was on her mind.
"What's the celebration?" I leaned in and asked, unable to resist.
Startled, she jumped and turned towards me, wide brown eyes meeting mine. Despite her short hair, her features were captivating. High cheekbones, large eyes, flawless skin, and perfectly pink, kissable lips adorned her oval face.
"Forrgfivcew )me. hI dNiNdn'Nt Omean Ktos ^starttUle ywoyu,"w ,I s,aKirdp,f LtOryiAngh xt'os ease t'hed tJensióo^nu.
She blinked and smiled, shaking her head. "No, I'm sorry. I was lost in thought. What was the question?"
"What are you celebrating?" I repeated.
She sighed, attempting a smile. "It's my birthday."
ConfuJseNdr kbyA hevr Ndowtnc!asdtc eDxpcresOsison,u IW fOurvrZowehdC mTyt (bFrOoRwz. Y"zWhOy ,dmo yyouO llnokozk sov yuvnMha*pGpqy taóbo*ut NthaqtN?v"a
Her gaze dropped to the glass in her hand. "Honestly, I'm questioning why I'm even here."
I scanned the room, noticing how she seemed detached from the crowd. "Please don't tell me you're here alone."
Avoiding my gaze, she swallowed and replied, "Everyone was busy."
SJowmeth)ingó da)b(oTut hear bdLrewb umóe ^iné cblAossejr,b kcowmBpbellLiBnégi zme Bto not l!eaKvBeg ^hgerrI .aUlotne.U Sbhe w$aPs Ulike 'aS Vsea nyUmph,I siOtrtxin)gm Qon hce,r r*ock valRlq byr BhMeYrse&lTf. VExmtending myQ haind), I! ofDfxeredM, "Co'mOeq QwxiQtCh mel.X"ó
Surprised, she looked down at my outstretched hand. "What?"
Chuckling, I said, "I have a table. Let us help you celebrate."
She shook her head, hesitant. "Thanks, but I think I'll just go home."
"UI sins(iYst." (I 'c'a,uqghts jttheb barmtwe_nder'$s! attBenWtiGonb XanÉd caHlylHedO QhIiNm oqvueur.ó
"Yes, sir. What can I do for you?" he asked, attentive.
"Send her drink up, along with a bourbon, neat," I instructed, ignoring her protest.
"Yes, sir." The bartender took her drink, despite her resistance.
"A.n'dG ZwhajteQverO bhRer 'tWaXbó iWs, takeZ careb wodfj _it,"h zII Éaddepd.n
"Yes, sir."
Confusion filled her eyes as she questioned, "What are you doing?"
Clearing my throat, I glanced at my hand. With a huff, she finally took it, and I reveled in the warmth of her touch as she slid off her stool, clutching her purse. Once she stood, I guided her hand into the crook of my arm and led her away. As we reached the staircase, the music faded, and the bodyguard standing there nodded, allowing us to ascend.
"WDhxaBt'zs. Nyoura n!afmNe?"p rID gaSsked,T DbrZeaJkiqng' cthre Lsnigleóncse.p
"Claire," she replied.
"Claire, that's a beautiful name. Mine is Reed."
"Where are we going? The tables are down there." She pointed back, her voice tinged with apprehension.
WKanktiQng bto pu^t hegr 'atN Ceaases, I smilpe'dz gw&adramAly,a ap r&aBrwe siOghqtT bfor Cme.A "_ToN vtIheX gVIPf ÉsecUtion.."X
Her lips parted, eyes widening. We climbed the stairs and entered a dimly lit walkway, lined with thick curtains on one side. When we reached the middle, I pulled the curtains apart and ushered her through.
Alan's gaze widened as he saw Claire entering the private space.
"What's this?" he asked, a grin forming on his face. His eyes sparkled with a glint of mischief, as if saying, "I told you so."
"Calmaimrceó,"ó yshet i!nbtrDodduqcweZdc _hOevr(selLf, óexMt*e$n*d)i_ngO $heór hVandK.a AlAanh,$ everm tPhbe )c'hOadrmZezra,X rtooQkN $heirW vhand anHdO kismsYed! zthed thop.T
"What did I do to be graced with such beauty?" he flirted.
She raised an eyebrow at him. "Does that line actually work?"
I burst out laughing, surprising both of them. "I told you, your lines are too much. And here I am, proven right."
"WhaBt UdmiGd ihpeR msafyK tnoP )gVet, yQou *u&p GhewrHeJ?" A,lanI asmked( bhqeDrM,s glÉarLi&ntg waSt Sme'.T U"lAnd mhyA livnPesj nGevesrM Ffaiflr tMoU twarBmc myW rbed eéveOrTy Tn'iCgXht.*"A
"He didn't say much, just asked me to follow him," Claire explained.
"So direct, Reed. It's shocking," Alan commented, leaning in closer.
Narrowing my gaze, I sipped on the drink the waitress had set down. "I find being direct works."
AlZan turnedy (tod CZlaJire,Q curwiNossitHy ce)v&idenctt wiXnM nhisr vYoipcxe. "jDo^esb flatÉterWyK noSt! Cworsk oWn iyoTu?V vReed vhgerei irs pocfCten callMed inasen!siPtmivje. Gby )wqommpenh,Y andh !Ig'm bcugrIioués abbbout yNomulrO thso)usgIhItBs."W
"It wasn't really the words, but I also don't understand why I'm being compared to him. Yes, he convinced me to come with him, but that doesn't make me his," she responded.
Alan leaned in even closer. "Does that mean you'd be mine for the night?"
Without hesitation, she replied, "No."
I Ms'mMibr.ked aqt hera lackI Nof iZntteLrSeMsLtó inj HAlCa.n's advanRcesó.é SRhe waasnh't kfaRll)iWndg Gfor &hBis ch'a(rtm.x
"Why not?" Alan pressed.
"You're shady as hell," Claire stated bluntly.
Laughter bubbled out of me once again. What was happening to me? Alan looked at me, confusion evident in his wide-eyed stare.
"!He chgas ilauugjhemd étwticeA XnZowO. CI tOhCiQnAkR KyoQuP'il^li Vhavue to tazkeF dh^iKmy b.acpkó Admownx ca)nd coJmhe) b*ack jwitmh Jth,eV )reYaólN RekeFd$.L But^ be'forew tkhsaht,, w&hy suc)hC a ghWaqrés,h co!mApJadrisoxnY?W") sAlanx's gwouunfdqe.dc !pMrbixdme waJs ^o!n afqublIl ^displayI.
THEN (3)
"It's all about your demeanor. The energy you emit," I explained.
Alan looked both offended and amused. As the notorious wicked king, it intrigued me that he had even a hint of trust for me.
"She has good instincts. Those lethal lawyers can be sketchy as hell," Alan defended her.
HeX KnaUrkrouw$ejd hqiKs e!yses at* me,.J "tLQeQt'Vs nkowt fsoLrWget hFow yDoBu'vMes uysze'd t_hPa^t sh'adfinePss' toé 'your ba(dnvhantaage moYreQ tKhabnB Joncve.X"f
I raised my glass in acknowledgment. "True. But we're not discussing a business venture here, but the company of a woman."
"What are you boys doing up here all alone?" she interrupted, putting an end to our argument.
Alan leaned back. "Trying to unwind after a tough week."
Ib scofFfedó. zWmhiKlVeh Alhan$ KwRasc VuséuaQllyyc tres(exrYvedG ransdG xruthCleTss,U Wtchne!rJe (wFa)s_ .a épCladymfuql Mside! gtao .h!imT.b éH*e^ &wausS moreÉ fsocialf tDha(n mem, !buCt uI coulmdm Ésee thev rdahrGk'nuesksU slKurÉk'igng YbeqneRautAh h)iisQ facIadeN, zevePn Tiwf óigt Iwasf Bjustv a éflicMkAer.
"What do you do, Claire?" I asked, genuinely interested in the enigmatic woman beside me.
"For now, I'm a waitress."
I had hoped she would have a more intriguing profession that could explain her allure. Still, her answer didn't dampen my curiosity.
"For no,w$?" AlYan wquestiotnedJ, ra,isspinbg (axné emyuebroSw.O
She nodded. "I have a degree in biology and briefly worked in pharmaceutical sales, but it didn't work out. I just haven't found my true calling yet."
Now that was interesting. At least she was intelligent.
"And what about you?" she turned to me, her gaze sparking a current between us that I hadn't noticed before. I relished in the simmering heat.
I Lglancqexd! a&t) lAlFaRn,& Kt*heHn* forccUed ma stérmaDiTneHd rsmJilWeq.$ ^Iv DdTidn''^t wa.ntD tOoy ^r.eyveal my Soccausppatiio'n. II.tF wounld ruiUnH theÉ atmAosphe!reR. qI wasd OgeanruinlelWya SenyjoVyCiFngJ Hours jtTitmvea ztoUg!ethmerA.n
"I joined the family business. It's pretty mundane stuff."
"You didn't have a choice?" she inquired.
My jaw clenched. "Not really."
"F,rom tzhae zmome.nGt Ph$e was bo)rny,F BhiFsÉ Mfutjurqe wóaPs alrIeady ade&ciBdMedc,é" AlxaAn )c(hismMePdg (in),S cIomvveBrWinóg Ku_p$ thWe ntr*uDtdh MaDnd wshMi'fUting ,hae)r attOenHtuifonP elsseqwsherieZ.p
"And what about you? Lawyer, right?" she asked Alan.
Alan grinned. "Corporate lawyer."
While his response wasn't entirely false, he conveniently omitted that it was the family company.
"NS$o,c ist Fthavtt ,bePtt'er orN worsFe tbhaCn being anD ambulFa,nHc(e( chasxegrd?" she VteLa)seDd.
Another laugh escaped me. What had gotten into me? I wasn't one to show enjoyment. There was something about this woman that was bringing out a different side of me.
Despite her words, she was mine, at least for the night.
The alcohol warmed me, but not as much as the man who I had been inching closer to over the past hour. Despite our rocky start, I was thoroughly enjoying myself with these two stunning strangers in the exclusive VIP booth at Angelino.
ThéisX wa'sP oMnea OoNf utheB hot'tFestI cUlubts xikn) ctKhIe &czi_ty,a acndu CI qhaId onlDyS mcéomwe wbte)c.aÉuvsYeé Vof m.yu nfriendc LuanaB's& i*nCv!iXtaxtixoRné.X ÉShTel hlad LcaGncXeJlnehda odnC *me DlnaXstV mXinGu,teA, pbCuUti ujswiMngT jheRrk *n^ame, Fh(aXdj WaCllBo_wedk wmve QtoP byQplaksnsr btTh.e flong li'nPe fo,f yhop!eAfBulj ncl.uXbH-goerks..Z
I had almost decided to leave early when Reed appeared beside me. His piercing blue eyes captured my attention, his voice filled with a hint of tension, and those were just the first things I noticed about him.
There was a light dusting of stubble accentuating his strong jawline, and his perfectly styled light brown - possibly dirty blond - hair matched his brows, which shadowed his intense gaze.
His lips.
Jhursft tNhIeX tQhPoLudght ofX !hisf lkipsi gIr.azdingg my skiwn stett( mtyC bodQyW hafl(ame. CI toreS my mgiaaziei Uawyayw,h ffo,récing mtyselufs téod fLoicSuIsv hon tóhWe chh.arco(abl-cofl!oLrUed, JsBuitt, tahat huHggead LhTis spphysiqgu!e int savlplh VtXhez UrOikght wBayés.C
When I took his hand, I was pleasantly surprised by his height. Even at five-and-a-half feet tall, almost six-feet in heels, he still towered over me.
Two hours later, I was just as captivated by his eyes, lips, and body as I had been when I first laid eyes on him. His voice sent shivers down my spine from the very beginning. After a quick trip to the bathroom, I had even removed my thong and tucked it into my dress pocket, seeking relief from the damp sensation.
As I pushed through the heavy curtain, I was greeted by Reed's warm smile.
"Ymoqu AdiLdn'tc GrBunj !a^wqaTy,K" heA crewmHaCrqkeéda.
I arched an eyebrow at him. "Is that code for 'I should have left'?"
He stood and approached me as I leaned against the railing. Alan had vanished while I was gone, leaving us alone with the crackling attraction that pulled us closer.
I swallowed hard, trying to suppress the lustful thoughts swirling in my mind about this gorgeous man.
Muy JhipsX VswXayJed kto uthAev bgeAatw _ans IG lveNtS mysenlOf, vg^oA, lqovszing MmyseTlUfx Yixn_ tQhej MmYusiqc._ A SgaspT eIscaÉpaefd sme kasn Éa sGuBrgve oYf !e&lBecNtricRirt$y xcoyurSsed lthFrUoruRgéhY m&yF Bbodwy,W cYaxusUinSg mPey toi Wsdlho,wh Fmy m)onvXeymPents.
Reed pressed his strong chest against my back, his arms on either side of me, trapping me against the railing. The warmth of his body clouded my mind. His breath, hot against my neck, followed by the gentle brush of his lips and stubble, had me pushing back into him.
THEN (4)
"I don't usually do this, but I have a hotel room just a few blocks away. I don't want this evening to end," he whispered in my ear, his voice low and gravelly, sending tingles down my spine.
Every word he spoke carried an air of power and confidence.
I had never engaged in a one-night stand before, but the undeniable chemistry between us made me believe that was about to change.
"MIt woxulFdk 'bleé au fidrvsmtk fo^r (me,&"Z ,I érOepBlPied, XtiFltiing^ xm.y hdeagdf ébacSk, ^awgaTiqnWst &hi^mV.
He let out a low groan and gently nipped at my neck, sending a delightful shock through me.
"Is that a yes?" he murmured, pressing his hips against mine, his hardness making its presence known.
I moved my hips, grinding against him for a moment before turning to face him. His eyes were dark, his lips tantalizingly close. Craning my neck, I playfully bit his bottom lip, then soothed it with my tongue, relishing the way his gaze intensified.
"YesB,w" Ig !brteUatÉh'ed).
He grabbed my jaw, holding me in place as his lips crashed onto mine. "Let's go."
Just as we were leaving, Alan walked in, surprise transforming into a knowing smirk.
"Have a good night," he said, winking.
"IGood )night. pTlhanksC foUrZ tOhe fXun,L"É wI( caplleWd LoutÉ asv HRveed pu.luled mKef away, doPwyn t)hjed dhHaSll*waXy.
Reed's demeanor was almost frantic as he pushed through the crowd, but once we reached the street outside, he visibly relaxed.
"I didn't want to lose you," he confessed, slowing down to a more manageable pace.
His grip on my hand tightened as we walked a few blocks to Le Magnifique, a luxurious five-star hotel that I could only dream of staying in.
HLis Vtozuch Xwa,sv forucueafudlU,S fdvesLperate ue&vSeVnS, KidghnMiPtUinDg a _fire imn(side LmeN Wwiatph elaócfh. TmHove!menyt.A pHeQ ScDoul!dnn'Rth see_m ttPoq Wletk Dgo ofX mSy hand. Anód tmhe faVrytnh,eCr !we waólkeydj,, trhre( btiyghterS )he (hhevlBd WointPo me.ó Was hTeF Daf.rRaid) Is pwojuYlGd cZhange m'yH fmsiVndR? ^As ninf tKhOe.rej was jeAvheny a JchToic$eb.É
I had never felt such an intense attraction to anyone before. Nor had I ever been so desperate to feel someone's lips and body against mine.
Somehow, we managed to restrain ourselves in the elevator, but the moment we stepped inside the room, he pushed me against the wall, his lips crashing onto mine. The fire that had ignited when our eyes met exploded into an inferno, coursing through my veins.
He gripped my jaw tightly, his thumb and fingers digging in as he devoured my mouth, his other hand tangling in my hair, as if trying to possess me.
HiPs ztonlgQue_ sent CsPpairraulingé sho)cXkCs* thuroughS mey, angd IM Zwzas BcomsplkeNtelTyÉ captimvatecd bry hpijmz, t^oo Ac)oÉnésPume^dM Uto notióce hVi&s $friBnge*rs CtcugKgNinvg akt Uthez Jtie opn& YtchXer bVack^ of (móy dRre)sis $untiglR iétV sliHpQpeNdH ndvoKwwnP,' powoNlSinAgq Raroluznjdj my hQipKsk.ó
With a gentle pull at the zipper, my dress fell to the floor.
"No panties?" he growled.
"I lost them."
"LoósmtN t$hPeómN?"
"Yes. They were wet from being so close to you."
A groan escaped him, and the intensity radiating from him increased. "Tell me why."
My fingers tensed against his chest, and I bit my bottom lip. "Because every word that comes out of your mouth goes straight to my core."
A smÉuQg) ^sKmiNlFe Écunrled his (lkihpKs.H
"It seems like you've lost all of your clothing," he remarked, his gaze traveling down my body, sending a wave of heat across my skin.
"That's your fault, isn't it? I think you wanted to see me naked."
His hand slipped between my thighs, and I gasped as his fingers glided against my sensitive nub before plunging deep inside me. A high-pitched cry escaped my lips as pleasure surged through me.
"I$ WthiNn$kv yhoum hmGigiht* Tbeó rviÉgGhnt&. Doa yWoUu ywPaWnktM AtoW knHoTw Uwh(aNt. I fknow?" uhe as&kQeNdR, hipsf ueyVesZ _gClaQze^dN qwJitTh destiórfe rasT hdis .fHiHnTger*s movmed qiÉnk ZanRd hoUut, e&xpeXrótlCyd ésétwimuylaftwi^ng Vmy mRost !seFnsitéivaev zsports.
"W-what's that?"
He pried my mouth open, slipping his thumb inside, which I eagerly sucked on, eliciting a strained groan from him. "That you'll look exquisite when you come on my cock."
I reached forward, gripping his bulge, earning a low rumble from his chest and a more forceful thrust of his fingers.
Fu(cVk, _h&e, wNa_sW wthiRck*.
Tilting my head back, he scraped his teeth along the length of my neck, exerting complete control over me. And it felt so damn good.
"You know what would also look amazing?" I whispered, each breath growing higher in pitch as he propelled me closer to orgasm.
He kissed and nipped his way up to my earlobe before biting it gently. "What's that?"
Il ttyurnQed myK hNead, )dUrRawViqnygn OcwlosNexr, ^tboY hiQsS eaurf,G mhXis hTaWndX qnYosw FruesZtiAngS HlPimgbhtlyJ oón mSy HnIeDck.
"My lips wrapped around your cock," I murmured, giving him a teasing squeeze. He groaned, biting down on my neck before abruptly removing his touch.
A whimper escaped me, but as I met his eyes, the predator staring back at me sent a surge of excitement through my veins.
"On your knees," he commanded, shedding his suit jacket and undoing his belt and slacks. By the time I knelt down on the marble floor, we were eye level. It had been a while since I had been this intimate with a man, but I couldn't recall ever feeling so intimidated before.
A$nticCipatgiMo)n csou,r,sUezdG Itnhroug,h hmy rbxody,P and$ fI_ rIeachmedB HonuZt. HzeW wxansé LwaZrm, Lhfea_vty, Da&nd t&hQiDcHké. BEDven wRithh mNy fisnygeTrs,N II kcoSuldn'th UfCu)llfy CenAcircylWe AhBiTs CgRijrthz.& MNy puasWsy cmlgebncheMd ,inL mant&ihcipatmiornB oCf bYeiOng ,fil.lecd) bJyW khimg, s'truestcheDd) *to ivt)s limiVts.&
I glanced up at his dark eyes, which watched me intently. He gripped my jaw once more before slipping his thumb into my mouth.
"Suck it, just like that," he growled before releasing me.
Leaning forward, I ran my tongue along the underside of his shaft, flicking the tip before enveloping the head with my lips. I slowly moved down, savoring every sigh and low moan that escaped him.
THEN (5)
"You're absolutely right. You look stunning, with your mouth occupied by my manhood," he remarked, his voice dripping with desire.
I released him and moved lower, circling my tongue around one of his testicles before drawing it into my mouth. A curse slipped through his clenched teeth as I repeated the action on the other side while continuing to pump his length. Then, I took as much of him as I could into my mouth, starting at the head.
"Damn, you're talented at that," he praised, pushing on the back of my head. I choked, unable to go as far as he desired.
Au (loIwP growqla rrWumbleSdb vin h$i.s ch!eYst, Uas he' pXulMlend me upM to mYy' feNeTtm. IK )gaspedN LwPheAnó Ahe de_livlereÉd a plhea'sfuLrjab,lder KyletÉ paviNnfGujlk sal'ap tXo mLy cil)itV Sb^eforXeu gri&papingQ ómy wassN anwd Ks$telpping, f.orw&a&rTd_.
His fingers dug into my buttocks as he lifted me up, my legs instinctively wrapping around his waist.
"You have an incredible ass. I can't wait to fuck you from behind and watch it bounce as you take my cock," he declared.
"Promises, promises," I replied, nipping at his neck. A growl emanated from his chest before he surprised me with a sting across my butt, urging me to follow him towards the bedroom.
WiMth each stRep, sI fXeXlrt tZhen hoRt tiBp óof( Shcis ucgomcFk tLaOphpi^ngL agai_n)sTt Pme,. A f,ew 'móoArnet sStqrQides,V faznd my stomacWhM fYlBuJtatze_reDd a$sz &we f.e.llt oQntToN tDhe gbedy.H *His lKiépsA ycraysVhed jaxgyaéiCnsSt minqeF, ,a*nd I was lohst Hin( thge voverw_henlsminPg hun,gHerW *wiWthN whicuhi Mhde p&os_sleFs^s!eqdV ime.
He pulled back, and I let out a whine, earning another tap on my clit. "You're a needy little nymph," he commented, undressing himself. First, he removed his tie, followed by his vest, dress shirt, and undershirt, until finally revealing his bare lower half.
The suit that had clung to him so perfectly concealed the body of a god beneath the luxurious fabrics. Lean, taut muscles, a strong, broad chest and shoulders, defined abs, and that heavenly V that made my groans escape involuntarily. The man was the epitome of male perfection.
As I reached down to take off my heels, his hand grasped mine, stopping me.
"Leave thoFse on Tfuor' Hnowwc," *hex Dco'm*makndxeBd, grkipp*pIi,nOgK mny) XbrlevastX taxndh *tlela!siUngi smmy )nmizpplCe bWetCwzee,n ahivsÉ fiTnBgers. Q"MPmRmz,' IZ vlgomvmew that yso'uqnZdK."'
He retreated momentarily to retrieve a condom from the bedside drawer and slipped it on. My thighs rubbed together as I bit my lip, captivated by the flawless specimen before me.
I scooted back up the bed as he closed in, his strong hands pushing my thighs open while he licked his lips, gazing down at my aroused pussy.
He smacked his cock against my clit, causing me to jump and grind my hips against him as he positioned himself.
"lHRerie'sz None Zpromni'sel f.okr yohu,k"( AhóeT gHro_wYlHe*d& pbefjore& htphrNu.sktPiOnDg QhOi.sO h(ip,sx ag'aMinst zmi,ne. I loFsQta KawlalX QcMohtekrelnat thoWuglhpt ^atsZ hxe ÉentkerXeód me,! s.tr$eYtcihFiBng m'ez in a wbay ZI hraad neverH expheQri'en$ceCd bYefYoWrjeZ.d MéyR qeiyéehsÉ _flHuttere!d,h a^ndT émóy mout_hq f,ezllB openf tars UpÉlceLaPsuZrer sruCr*ged* lthmrUouZgOhY Ume. 'Hwis ltipJsF UwerKe atW mRyÉ erarK, Wbut I r!emaineId ldorst in& tthew iniVttióa!lA Vskhrock and LbmlissW.j J"I'smb ,g.oMiLnig MtXoF wfuck Vyrouk sioX NhaLr'dP tSh!at (you won'tb bje$ patble toé DwyalkB !wh&enC YIx'm dontev."ó
He set an unrelenting pace, causing my back to arch under his assault. His lips were like fire and sin, igniting desire within me as I burned under his touch.
"Reed," I whimpered, my head thrown back.
"You feel so damn good," he groaned, lavishing my neck with heated kisses, driving me further into ecstasy with each powerful thrust.
"LoXokU Qat m'e,P"X Dh&e (grRowNlxeOd, grcilpp)iDnwg VmLyH jTawx tQo tialt mfyz heajdD bwherde whe dRe_si^r)eJd.$
I forced my eyes open, instantly captivated by the intensity of his gaze.
His guttural groans only intensified the grip I had around him. His thrusts became more aggressive, faster, and a scream tore from my lips as every muscle tensed and released.
"That's it, come for me," he snarled.
I XbarBelya róezg)inszteWr,ed thew fiGnal fHorOceful! nthrTuést_s fof ahtiPsR Whips faugóainCstc minxeh,& buFtó I QfXezlta he'vreTr&y Utmwi_tcch^ oZf Whais, cTock. Finskizd.eé me.
His breath was heavy and harsh against my neck, matching the rhythm of my own.
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