"I have seen many forms of tricks over the years. You will not fool me."
"I was never trying to fool you, Tristan Slade!"
"I don't understand how you're my mate." His rough voice sounded through, harsher, as he let me freed of his grasp.
The sudden loss of the sparks and his touches left me in a state of loneliness and a chilling coldness, like I had been surrounded or being pushed down by a fog of darkness. A fog embraced me into its coldest depths, keeping me locked in place, away from the sensations he had brought... making me wonder if I should accept this coldness that was suddenly surrounding me.
It hurt, something hurt as I felt the fog push me down, something that prevented me from reaching forward; reaching towards the man before.. the man who had appeared in my dreams.
I pushed myself against the cold, allowing the fog's coldness to embrace me further, "We are forbidden.." My lips had spoken the words, but my voice sounded foreign i
“Stop!” I snapped, my voice almost cracking as I spoke. I blinked trying to clear the dizziness his charming eyes brought to my mind.“What?” His lips spoke the question, making me admire how softly they moved to release it.. So enchanting to admire and crave for. The seafoam eyesseemed to dominate his whole face, especially with the intensity they shone with, the finest feature, standing fiercely against his dark locks of hair.“Stop looking at me like that, Tristan!” I snapped, trying to push his strong built body off mine. But my desperate attempts remained unfruitful.“Like what?” The anger in his eyes softened and the seafoam colour shone with a mesmerising glow, than the intensity. A glow that cleared some bit of the confusion within them, dimming the seafoam colour with a slightly darker shade. I didn’t understand the ways the colour worked, perhaps if was his way showing, or allowing some
I almost shook my head as my urges became too strong to fight, or to control, perhaps that’s why my hands seemed to have a mind of their own. They grabbed a hold of his collars and pulled him down to my level again, immediately crashing my lips with his.I waited to feel the shock at my sudden movements, but I didn’t feel any bit of that emotionor anything alike from my actions.. All I felt was relief.. Pure relief of being able to breathe again after drowning for so long. There was no war of emotions in my chest as my lips moved against his. It made mysenses go numb, making me unable to think how wrong this was.I wanted answers, yet here I was, kissing the life out of this man like he was the air my lungs deeply craved for. Once again leaving them quick and unfinished as his lips practically brutalised mine.. a kiss, a bite.. everything a rush, as the simple gesture spoke with such need. Faster, deeper and hungrier has my hands moved up
I think we would gone through like this, grabbing onto each other’s warmth, if it weren’t for the sudden knocks against the wooden doors to his office.I gasped, pulling my body away from his, letting my thoughts and morals return to me. I gulped, trying to control my laboured breathing as I looked into his eyes. My heart thundered in my chest as irritation washed over his face, “What?!” A disapproving growl.I found myself almost jumping in surprise at the power and authority that radiated through him. An aura that brought people to their very knees.“Viviane, wants to see you.”My head shot up at the name, while I didn't feel a bubblingjealousy, anger coursed through my veins. Perhaps it was towards the irritation I, too, felt at the sudden disturbance or maybe it was from the uncontrollable urges my body was suddenly under.. influenced by his very touches.Regret? Yes...
I sighed, running a hand over my face, and just as I opened my mouth to speak, the doors slammed open, with a man out of breath and rushing over to Tristan. The sudden commotion had Cynthia whimpering in fear and I watched as Alec pulled her into his arms, trying to comfort the frightened little girl.But even as he tried the whimpers couldn’t be stopped.“Give her to me,” Viviane said gently, softly pulling her child close to her chest. My heart wrenched at the sight. Only slight whimpers had feel from Cynthia’s lips, but Viviane was beside her in seconds, hugging and comforting her with sweet words and soft promises.I gulped, hearing the cry of a little girl at the busy market place in the back of my mind.“What is it?” Tristan grunted. His eyes slowly leaving the now quietened Cynthia, his gaze lingered on me for a second, before turning to the panting man in front of him.“My prince, she won&rsqu
Hi everyone, I terribly sorry not to have updated both my stories in a very long time. But this year was so painful for me I couldn’t find myself to write for a long time. But logging in a few days ago and seeing the many love and support you were giving for this story, it gave me so much hope and enough to strength to try write something. This isn’t has good as what you have read previously, and for that I’m really sorry, I need get into the flow again, I hope you can understand. Now that everything is starting to get better, I’ll try and get a few for chapters out for you in this festive season! <3 I love you all, my wonderful readers, Thank you for everything! - I didn’t know why, but I found myself following them outside; into the forest. Tristan’s words echoed in my head painfully. Whatever Antonio Venturi wanted, he was willing to deprive these creatures of their
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One year. It has been one year since my new life started. A new life being reborn, but I wasn't being reborn, I was simply discovering the truth, and combining it with my destiny. The one year I spent with him, the one year I discovered who I really was, brought more chaos and torment than in my entire life, but most importantly it brought danger. He led a dangerous life and my destiny was to be alongside him, as he continued to save his people... his kind.Through the twenty-seven years of my life and becoming the founder and CEO of my company, I never once thought I would be pulled away from it. But I was, and a part of me welcomed the adventure he gave me, I gave myself, after all being born and raised in my father's family wasn't always pleasing or a pleasant experience for me. The woman who raised me wasn't my mother, but she was, she raised me, cared for me and worried for me, when my birth-mother didn't. My father made his mistake and I was the one who pai
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