*** Third Person POVLiliana sat at her desk, staring at the blinking cursor on her screen. "Okay, Lil," she muttered to herself, "let's see where we’re at with this." She scrolled through the document, bracing herself for the usual feeling of dread that came with being behind. But this time, something was different.“Huh,” she murmured, a small smile forming on her lips. “I’m actually farther along than I thought.”Her initial outline had seemed overwhelming, crammed with too much content for the original ten-minute slot. But now, with the expanded time, it was almost perfect. “I’m not going to have to trim much at all,” she realized. Relief washed over her. “This might actually work.”Liliana glanced at the clock on her computer. It was getting late, but she was too absorbed in her work to care. “Just a little more,” she whispered, her fingers flying
*** Third Person POV“Tell me to come to you right now.”She blinked, the directness of the message sending a shiver down her spine. The night before had been intense, overwhelming even, but they had both agreed to the plan—to take a step back, to give themselves space. But now, with those words staring back at her, she felt the walls she had built around herself start to crumble.She hesitated, her mind racing. What did he want? What did she want? Did he think she would just say it? Just like that?A second text came through. “Even if it’s not what you want.”She could practically hear his voice in those words, low and commanding. Liliana swallowed, her mouth suddenly dry. How will you know if I really want you to come then? she typed back, her fingers trembling slightly as she hit send.The response was almost immediate. “Because I already know what you want.”Her breath caught in her throat. Of course, he knew. Eamon always knew. But that only made her more determined to keep up the
(5 MONTHS BEFORE THE ACCIDENT)*** Third Person POVThe auditorium is bathed in a low, intimate light, the stage a focal point of anticipation. The audience sits in hushed silence, the atmosphere electric with curiosity. The Guest Speaker steps onto the stage, the red TED letters standing boldly behind her, symbolizing ideas that challenge the norm. She’s dressed simply, yet her presence commands the room. She pauses at the center, letting the silence build before her voice cuts through the darkness.“Danger,” she begins, her tone steady but with an edge that promises more. “It’s a word that triggers an instinctual reaction—our pulse quickens, adrenaline surges, and suddenly, we’re hyper-aware of everything around us. But what if I told you that danger is also one of the most potent fuels for sexual desire?”The audience shifts in their seats, some leaning forward, others exchanging glances, intrigued but uncertain.“Tonight,” she continues, “we’re going to explore how danger and anti
*** Third Person POV:Eamon’s hand tangles in her hair, pulling her head back with a firm but deliberate grip, exposing the delicate line of her neck. He leans in, his breath hot against her skin, his tongue slides sensuously down the center of her throat, tracing the line between her breasts. The path it makes feels like a slow burn, setting her nerves alight in a way that makes her shudder. Without warning, he captures one of her nipples between his teeth, pulling on it with a roughness that sends a jolt of sharp pain through her.Liliana yelps, the sound escaping her lips before she can stifle it. It’s an honest cry of pain, but it’s mixed with something else—an undercurrent of pleasure that she can’t quite ignore. Eamon seizes the moment, his mouth crashing onto hers, capturing the cry in a kiss that’s all-consuming, swallowing her sounds before they can disappear into the air. The kiss is hot, demanding, a claiming of sorts.With a swift, almost feral movement, he spins her aroun
*** Third Person POV:Eamon pulls out slowly, then proceeds teasing her other hole with the tip of his cock. The anticipation is palpable, the tension between them electric. He presses in slightly, just enough to send a gasp escaping from Liliana's lips, her breath hitching at the new sensation.“Eamon, I need a moment, I can’t…” she breathes heavily, her body trembling beneath him. Her words are a mix of plea and surrender, the conflict between her mind and body evident in her voice.“You will,” he murmurs, his voice firm and reassuring. It’s not just a command; it’s a promise. He’s already decided, and slowly, he pushes into her, the tightness of the new sensation overwhelming them both. He stops about halfway, taking a moment to catch his own breath, fighting the urge to release too soon. The heat, the pressure, it’s almost too much, but he controls himself, determined to make this last.
*** Third Person POV“Shower?” Eamon's voice is thick with desire, but there’s a tenderness there now, a softness that keeps slipping in.Liliana barely registers the question, her body still humming from the intensity of what they just shared. She gestures vaguely in the air, her limbs heavy and uncooperative, as if still entangled in the remnants of ecstasy. Her legs have uncurled from around him, feet now resting on the floor, but her knees threaten to buckle beneath her.Eamon, ever observant, senses her fragility. He begins to place a trail of soft, lingering kisses up the center of her chest, his lips warm and reassuring against her still-flushed skin. He moves up to her neck, then captures her mouth in a deep, possessive kiss. He bites down on her lower lip, just hard enough to send a
**Trigger Warning**(FLASHBACK)*** POV Unknown 1I’ve lost all sensation except for the searing pain of the silver collar fused into my flesh. It’s been my constant torment these long years, burning and binding me, preventing the shift that might offer some relief. Jansen finally slides off me, having taken his fill like a gluttonous beast, his breath heavy with satisfaction.Tonight, something is different. The triplets came at me with a ferocity that told me this would be my last night. I won’t see the morning. Part of me is surprised they’re ready to dispose of me, but most of me is relieved. The end is near.I can feel the wetness pooling beneath me, my own blood seeping into the cold, unforgiving ground. Javier didn’t even bother removing his chainmail tonight, and the sharp edges had torn into my flesh, leaving jagged gashes that bleed freely. But it’s Jared’s knife play that will be the death of me—he wasn’t playing, and his blades had been honed to perfection, each slice delib
**Trigger Warning**(FLASHBACK)*** POV Unknown 1Their voices drift to me, muffled and distant, like echoes through a fog. The pain that once consumed me has dulled, leaving only a numbness that creeps across my body. The only sensation I can still feel is the hair crawling on my skin, a faintprickle of awareness as my subconscious mind registers that they’re talking about me. It's a primal instinct, the last vestige of survival kicking in, though I know it’s futile. This is the end. I should let go, welcome the darkness that’s waiting to swallow me whole, but something inside me clings to the sound of their voices, trying to stay tethered to the world, even if only for a moment longer.I strain to listen, to pull their words from the murky depths of my consciousness, though I’m not sure why. There's nothing they could say that would change the inevitable. Maybe it’s just the stubbornness of life itself, refusing to be snuffed out without a fight, or maybe it's the last flicker of ho