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Chapter One-Zero-Three: Strangers
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"Strangers..." He repeats as a scary feeling takes over his aura. A slow, rich laugh escapes him as he undoes his tie roughly. I squelch the throb of my core because despite the sensation asking me to run, he looks sexy, especially as he tosses the tie to the living room couch, and it slides to the floor. "What are you doing?" I ask as he approaches me; his pace is too fast for him to be eager for my sauce. "I'm thinking..." "Thinking?" I repeat, unable to form another thought as an eagerness to escape his field of view claims me. "Father, mother, even my stepmother, are all dead.” He utters as he removes his black coat and scarf, yet again tossing the two on the couch. “I am the only Ivanov remaining, and you…you made me that by walking away from this, from me. You keep finding new ways to run from me; frankly, I am tired!” "Oh, ‘you’re tired’? Marko, you don't give me a choice! You never give me a choice; running from you is easy because being in love with you is agony!"
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"This is coercion, Marko." I utter, stifling the desire to rub myself against his knee. Thankfully, he rubs my flesh for me, alternating between rubbing and pressing; only his pace is too slow for any hint of a climax. "I might as well, right? If I tell you 'I love you', you don't believe it, so what other choice are you leaving me with? Alba, do you even understand my desperation? Huh?” I do not answer; I cannot; my mind feels foggy. “...if you leave me one more time, I might just-" A breathy moan escapes me when his mouth widens to capture my nape. He doesn't add any force or pressure, but a burst of mint and eucalyptus floods my nostrils; for their cooling effect, my body only seems to burn. My nipples develop an itchy ache that isn't soothed by his rough hands’ massage; in fact, I desire to rub them against any rough surface or, instead, his mouth. He could place my buds in his mouth…nibble them, and swirl them with his tongue while thrusting himself inside me. “That’s it.
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Alba’s cooling hands travelled down his back, dragging his shirt along, and when the buttons offered resistance, she pulled them apart, causing their sharp sound to fill the room as they scattered all over the floor. Her desperation was too exhilarating to miss, so he pealed from the kiss that tasted of wild berry and cream to stare at her. Breathtaking. The lust in her golden gaze took his breath away to a frightening degree. At his stillness, she unabashedly brushed the hard buds of her nipples against his chest in an attempt to soothe their ache. He had never felt his way before, as if he belonged inside her and she around him. As much as he wanted to admire the sight before him, he wanted to bury his shaft so deep into her flesh that he'd forget who he was, their position, and their adversities. '…don’t think. I am yours' Her words rang in his mind. Mine. Mine. Mine. My mate. “Mine.” She nodded. Christ, he hadn’t even realised that he was practically chanting the wor
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