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SEBASTIAN. This is fucking happening, this is real. I open the door to her bedroom, forcing myself to break away just long enough to make sure I’ve locked the door properly. I don’t need anything to stop me from devouring and claiming her tonight. Her touch sends rivets of fire through me, and I’
“Not so fast Beautiful,” I murmur, kissing her lips before I release her wrist and slide my hand under her top. Her eyes flutter shut, and she arches her back. I kiss her stomach softly, making her suck it in, the scent of her arousal making me lick my lips. Oh, how I want a taste of this sweet pus
Only when her body becomes limp, her heart pounding hard, and a look of pure bliss on her face do I pull my fingers out. “You really are a vision of perfection,” I whisper. She looks up into my eyes before she reaches for me, tugging me close by the back of my head and kisses me passionately. The t
ZAIA. The night has been magical, and I am lost in this heaven where only the two of us exist, there is not an inch of my body that has remained untouched and even now as I lay on my back, my entire body is in overdrive as he fucks me so good. His hair is slick and now falls over his forehead, no
ZAIA. “Are you ok?” Sebastian asks as I gingerly sit on the couch. I nod as he sits down beside me, his hand going to my back, and for a moment I think he’s about to kiss me, but he forces himself back. We are in the lounge and the kids are setting up the Monopoly board game, looking adorable in t
THREE WEEKS LATER ~ SEBASTIAN. Life has been great. We spent New Year’s out in the mountains, and it was the perfect time, getting to talk about everything and enjoying that time alone. Simply making up for lost time. It was memorable, and there was plenty of time to simply enjoy each other’s com
----- VALERIE. Life has changed a lot and with time, the pain becomes bearable. I lost the man I loved, yet I am still bound to the man who killed him. A man who somehow always makes me curious about what goes on within his mind. It’s been five years, yet he has not once spoken a word, almost as
ZAIA. “Zaia, Shelby was asking if you would like to spend the next weekend over at ours. It’s her birthday and we’re having a little family party.” Dad asks, making me smile. I have never seen Dad as happy as he is now, not with Mom, or Annette. Shelby is a good woman, and she clearly makes him ha