As we ascended the winding path leading to the Moon Goddess's Temple, I couldn't shake off the flutter of nerves swirling in my stomach.The moon hung low in the sky, casting an ethereal glow over the ancient stones and statues that adorned the sacred ground.Killian walked beside me, his presence is reassuring amidst my turbulent emotions. His hand brushed against mine, offering silent support as we approached the heart of the temple.The air seemed charged with anticipation, as if the very atmosphere held its breath in anticipation of what was to come.As we reached the center of the temple, my heart pounded in my chest like a drumbeat echoing through the night.Killian's steady gaze met mine, his eyes reflecting the flickering light of the torches that lined the temple walls.With a solemn expression, Killian drew a small dagger from his belt, its blade shimmering in the moonlight."Give me your hand, please..."I watched in silence as he sliced a shallow cut across my palm, a sing
I couldn't believe what I was hearing.Did he become crazy after the coma?My mind raced with a blend of shock. I felt a heat rising within me. His gaze was intense, and it felt like he was peeling away the layers of my inhibitions with each passing second."Strip for me," he repeated, his voice low and filled with anticipation.I glanced around nervously, my heart pounding in my chest.The air felt charged with electricity, and I could almost taste the tension between us.But just as I was about to give in to temptation, the door burst open, and Lovely barged into the room with a mischievous grin on her face."What's going on in here?" she exclaimed, her eyes darting between Steven and me.I could feel the heat creeping up my neck as I struggled to find the right words.Steven quickly regained his composure and flashed Lovely a charming smile."Just a little...conversation," he replied, his tone dripping with innuendo.Lovely raised an eyebrow, clearly unconvinced by his flimsy expla
I woke up in a familiar room, the soft glow of dawn filtering through the curtains.Steven's scent enveloped me, a heady mixture of musk and something indefinable.My eyes flickered open, and I found him sitting by the bedside, his gaze fixed on me."You're awake," his baritone voice rumbled through the silence, causing a jolt of surprise to course through me.My mind raced, trying to piece together the events that led me here.Why was I in his room? Why did I feel both comforted and unsettled by his presence?"Why am I here?" My voice came out hoarse, the words hanging heavy in the air as I struggled to orient myself.Steven's concern was palpable as he leaned closer, his piercing gaze searching mine. "You fainted earlier, Nathalie," he explained, his tone laced with worry. "Are you alright?"I fought to push down the rising panic, the gnawing fear clawing at the edges of my consciousness. "Yeah. It's... uhm, I faint most of these days."The lie slipped from my lips with practiced ea
Before I could utter anything in response, Steven pushed himself inside me. I couldn’t help but cry out as soon as his thick member went in—the immense pleasure and inevitable pain overwhelming me.His shaft was not something my body could easily accommodate.Even though he had diligently loosened me up with his fingers, my lower part squeezed him tightly, a feeble attempt to push back the foreign object.My stomach felt full to the brim, a slight bulge visible. Tears mixed with saliva trailed down my chin.He started to move his waist back and forth, then gripped my waist tightly and rammed in, pushing the rest of him inside me mercilessly.His rod, plunging into me without notice, suddenly hit my innermost part.This time, I couldn’t even scream. I could only tremble and manage to let out short gasps and cries.My wet and sticky insides convulsed, chewing at the large intruder.“Fuck, Nathalie…” A guttural moan escaped Steven.His adam’s apple bobbed, a seething voice shakingly utte
I didn't wait for the sun to set. Steven and I had spent the entire day having sex, fueled by passion and desire.But now, as I stirred from my slumber, a different kind of hunger gnawed at my insides, twisting my stomach into knots.He lay there beside me, peacefully asleep, his features softened by the gentle light filtering through the curtains.I couldn't help but trace the lines of his face, committing every detail to memory.This would be the last time I'd see him like this.Summoning every ounce of courage, I leaned in and pressed a tender kiss to his right cheek, the warmth of his skin sending shivers down my spine."Goodbye, Steven," I whispered, my voice barely more than a breath.I gathered my clothes from where they lay scattered across the floor, dressing in haste as if the very act could shield me from the storm brewing inside.With trembling hands, I closed the door behind me, leaving Steven undisturbed in his slumber.Killian stood waiting for me in the garden, his pre
After the explosion, my mind immediately goes to my baby. Everything else fades into insignificance as I regain consciousness to a grim reality. Bars surround me, the cold metal pressing against my skin. Prison."Sylvia..." I whisper, the absence of my mother chilling me to the core."Lady Sabrina?" I call out, my voice reverberating in the desolate hallway."Is anybody there? Help me!" I scream, desperation clawing at my throat as I grasp at the bars of my cell."Please, help me!" I continue to plead until exhaustion claims me, and I drift into a fitful sleep.When I wake, a familiar voice pierces the silence, accompanied by the faces of my captors - Lovely and Sage. A police gamma lurks nearby, armed and ready. Rage floods my veins as I rise, striking the bars with a ferocity born of fury."Fuck you all! Where's my mother?!" I demand, teeth clenched in anger.Lovely's laughter cuts through the air like a blade. "Oh, you still have the energy to talk, huh? Don't worry, we took care o
My heart pounded in my chest like a drum as I paced back and forth in my dimly lit cell. Lovely’s accusations had thrown my world into chaos, and now, with the threat of Sage and Valeria's involvement threatening over me, fear clawed at my insides."She’s going to tell them," I muttered to myself, my voice barely above a whisper. "I can’t let them hurt my child."I tried to quell the rising panic within me, forcing myself to sit down on the cold floor.Sleep offered temporary respite from my worries, but it was short-lived. The abrupt noise jolted me awake, my heart hammering against my ribs as I took in my surroundings.The police gamma, a familiar yet unwelcome presence, stood before me."Eat if you're hungry. Her Higness Lovely has been kind so you should be grateful." His words grated on my nerves, urging me to eat the unappetizing meal placed before me.Grateful? For what? For being imprisoned?"What are you staring at? Eat," he growled at me. I shook my head, declining the off
"My child..." I whispered, eyes widening as I glanced at Sage, desperation clawing at my throat. "Please help me! I think I'm about to give birth to my child..." My plea hung in the air, but Sage and Lovely only stared back at me, their expressions a mix of horror and anxiety. Lovely's hand shot out, fingers curling around a gun as her voice cracked with hysteria. "Goddamn it, just die! Die!" "Lovely!" Sage lunged for her, grappling for the weapon, but a deafening shot rang out, shattering the calm of the room as it struck a vase on the table. My heart stuttered, fear coursing through me as I cried out in hysterics. "Don't kill her, for God's sake! We need her to coerce Steven into surrendering, you reckless fool!" Sage's voice rose in a furious crescendo, his words a desperate plea tinged with anger. "I don't care! I hate her! Why does she have to be pregnant?!" Lovely's voice cracked with anguish, her grip on reality slipping. "Damon!" Sage barked, summoning his Beta with a shar