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Suddenly I feel a heavy presence behind me.
"Hey beautiful," he moans against my neck.
A chill goes through me.
"D'ziko," I moan, involuntarily leaning into him.
Long, lean fingers trace the side of my waist, it's a warm hand and I know I’ve felt this touch before. I feel his whole body meet mine from the back, I arche my arse towards him, it lands on his crotch.
His fingers move upper still to trace my lips. A family of butterflies flutters in my stomach.
He groans as I turn around to face him. This is the first time I’ve seen his bare chest although I’ve rested my head on it so many times.
He takes a couple of steps back and stands to look at me for a second before I’m in his arms again.
I’m pressed up against the wall, not sure what to do exactly as his lips go through every inch of me.
I dig my nails into his shoulders and he groans and his tongue finds my nipples. My breasts, it’s like they have a life of their own right now. He goes down…the belly button, the stomach, my inner thigh and that’s it! I can’t! I grab his shoulders and try to pull him up. He doesn’t fight me.
His heavy breathing in my ear is the death of me, I dig my fingers in his back, I have never ever felt anything like this before. He pushes one of his legs in between mines, forcefully so opening them wide.

From the moment Bradley Carter's hand brushes against Elizabeth White's skin and coin-sized blisters appear, she knows that he isn't just another rich kid with an impossible ego--and he isn't. He's a demon.
Saddened over her brother Zack's recent cancer diagnosis, sixteen-year-old Elizabeth keeps to herself. So, when Benjamin, the most popular boy in school wants to be her friend, she's surprised. Bradley, however, knows exactly what Benjamin is after--Elizabeth's soul. As a witch, Benjamin will lose his power to practice magic if he doesn’t attain a pure soul, as a general rule, the more souls you corrupt the higher up the ranks you move, and Benjamin’s dropped down two levels already.

“Goodnight. I love you”.
I ’m not responding to this one.
Now for that app I need to sign up to, I quickly put on my details then pay the joining fee, I'm approved within seconds. I give them Finn's number and then put my phone on silent and go to sleep.

When twins Clara and Daniel spot their missing (feared dead) mother, they're elated that Ahd has returned after vanishing three years ago. But when Ahd frames the twins for their father’s gruesome murder and disappears again, Clara and Daniel realise their mother isn’t itching for a reunion—she’s out to destroy them.
Not only were Clara and Daniel the only people in the house with their father when he died, but they also both have devastating secrets and misdeeds their father was close to sharing with the police. According to investigators, his death wasn’t an accident. And worse, the person they claim did it can't be found. It is the death knell.
With Ahd in hiding again, and no one else having seen her, trying to prove she's alive and that she's the real assailant drops them down a rabbit hole of deceit that raises chilling questions about those around them. They must decide if the risks are worth justice for a father who'd betrayed them. And when the drastic threads start to culminate in a treacherous showdown with Ahd, they realise why she wanted her husband dead... and worse, Daniel agrees. Clara doesn't.

"I'm sorry, for everything." His voice was sincere and his intoxicating breath brushed against my face and I staggered back a step. "I know I hurt you, though, that certainly wasn't my intention but I'm trying to protect you."
"Protect me from what?" I hissed.
"Me." He said coldly. He glared back. Finally provoked.
Are you kidding me? This was his excuse? Really? I rolled my eyes and stood up, my jaw clenched tight. "Can you at least try to be original?"
"Nuru, I can't be with you, not only is it not safe for you because in my job I piss a lot of people off," he insisted, speaking slowly. He sounded annoyed."...a third of those people want me dead, half of those would do anything to get to me — even go as far as hurt the people I care about." He shook his head with a grimace.
I wondered if I shouldn't be scared that people would want to hurt me if I continued to be in Roman's presence; instead I felt uncomfortable, the thought of staying away from him would hurt me more. The idea of abandoning Roman for a lifetime without him was repulsive to me. It made me sick. There was a connection between us I was sure only came once in a lifetime. I wouldn't leave him for anything. So why should this be any different? And a smile curved my lips. He'd admitted he cared about me — not in so many words, but still I felt a surge of pleasure.
"You had no problem with being with that stupid girl, Regina," I mumbled, wondering how much of my anxiety he could read. How much of my jealousy.
His face turned cold, expressionless. "You can't seriously compare this, us... to what I shared with"

"Arrr," she screamed, her ribs cracking, the eerie sound like a car crash to her sensitive ears. "No."
It seemed as if the pain stopped and Isabella managed to get back on her feet, but it didn't even take a second and she was on her knees, gasping.
"Ah." The sound rang through the forest, bouncing off the trees and making the ground shake. Needles prickled on her skin as fur peeked through her pores. Claws with a dangerously painful slowness replaced her nails. The sensation was no different than when she'd trapped her hand between the door and the frame.
Isabella's body had an uncomfortable, boiling temperature as her bones cracked and rearranged themselves.
"What's wrong?" asked Isabella into the dark night. There was no answer, not that she expected one. Maybe this was death, and she closed her eyes to slowly embrace it.
Her body vibrated with panicked pain.
"Shh, sweetheart, it'll be over soon." His velvety, seductive voice enveloped her seductively, making it hard to breathe. He'd to have changed into his human form.

De repente siento una presencia pesada detrás de mí.
—Hola, hermosa —gime contra mi cuello.
Un escalofrío recorre mi cuerpo.
—D'ziko —gimo, inclinándome involuntariamente hacia él.
Dedos largos y delgados trazan el costado de mi cintura, es una mano cálida y sé que he sentido este toque antes. Siento su cuerpo entero encontrarse con el mío desde atrás, arqueo mi trasero hacia él, aterriza en su entrepierna.
Sus dedos se mueven hacia arriba para trazar mis labios. Una familia de mariposas revolotea en mi estómago.
Gime mientras me doy la vuelta para enfrentarlo. Es la primera vez que veo su pecho desnudo aunque he descansado mi cabeza en él tantas veces.
Da un par de pasos hacia atrás y se queda mirándome por un segundo antes de que vuelva a estar en sus brazos.
Estoy presionada contra la pared, sin saber exactamente qué hacer mientras sus labios recorren cada centímetro de mí.
Clavo mis uñas en sus hombros y él gime y su lengua encuentra mis pezones. Mis pechos, es como si tuvieran vida propia en este momento. Baja…el ombligo, el estómago, mi muslo interno ¡y eso es todo! ¡No puedo! Agarro sus hombros e intento levantarlo. No me pelea.
Su respiración pesada en mi oído es mi perdición, clavo mis dedos en su espalda, nunca antes había sentido algo así. Empuja una de sus piernas entre las mías, abriéndolas con fuerza.

—Lo siento, por todo. Su voz era sincera y su aliento embriagador rozó mi rostro, y retrocedí un paso tambaleándome. —Sé que te lastimé, aunque ciertamente no era mi intención, pero estoy tratando de protegerte.
—¿Protegerme de qué? —siseé.
—De mí. —dijo fríamente. Me miró con furia. Finalmente, estaba provocado.
¿Me estás tomando el pelo? ¿Esa era su excusa? ¿En serio? Rodé los ojos y me levanté, con la mandíbula apretada. —¿Puedes al menos intentar ser original?
—Nuru, no puedo estar contigo, no solo porque no es seguro para ti, en mi trabajo enfurezco a mucha gente —insistió, hablando lentamente. Sonaba molesto—... un tercio de esas personas quiere verme muerto, la mitad de ellos haría cualquier cosa para llegar a mí —incluso llegarían a lastimar a las personas que me importan. —Sacudió la cabeza con una mueca.
Me pregunté si no debería tener miedo de que la gente quisiera lastimarme si continuaba estando cerca de Roman; en cambio, me sentía incómoda, la idea de alejarme de él me dolería más. La idea de abandonar a Roman para siempre sin él me resultaba repulsiva. Me enfermaba. Había una conexión entre nosotros que estaba segura solo se daba una vez en la vida. No lo dejaría por nada. Entonces, ¿por qué esto debería ser diferente? Y una sonrisa curvó mis labios. Había admitido que le importaba —no con tantas palabras, pero aún así sentí una oleada de placer.
—No tuviste problema en estar con esa chica estúpida, Regina —murmuré, preguntándome cuánto de mi ansiedad podía leer. Cuánto de mis celos.
Su rostro se volvió frío, inexpresivo. —No puedes comparar esto, nosotros... con lo que compartí con...

Desde o momento em que a mão de Bradley Carter roça a pele de Elizabeth White e bolhas do tamanho de moedas aparecem, ela sabe que ele não é apenas mais um garoto rico com um ego impossível - e ele não é. Ele é um demônio.
Triste com o recente diagnóstico de câncer de seu irmão Zack, Elizabeth, de dezesseis anos, se mantém reservada. Então, quando Benjamin, o garoto mais popular da escola, quer ser seu amigo, ela fica surpresa. Bradley, no entanto, sabe exatamente o que Benjamin está procurando - a alma de Elizabeth. Como bruxo, Benjamin perderá seu poder de praticar magia se não conseguir uma alma pura. Como regra geral, quanto mais almas você corrompe, mais alto você sobe nos rankings, e Benjamin já caiu dois níveis.

De repente, sinto uma presença pesada atrás de mim.
"Oi, linda," ele murmura contra meu pescoço.
Um arrepio percorre meu corpo.
"D'ziko," eu gemo, inclinando-me involuntariamente para ele.
Dedos longos e magros traçam o lado da minha cintura, é uma mão quente e eu sei que já senti esse toque antes. Sinto o corpo dele inteiro encontrar o meu por trás, arqueio meu quadril em direção a ele, que se encaixa em sua virilha.
Seus dedos sobem ainda mais para traçar meus lábios. Uma família de borboletas voa no meu estômago.
Ele geme quando eu me viro para encará-lo. Esta é a primeira vez que vejo seu peito nu, embora eu já tenha descansado minha cabeça nele tantas vezes.
Ele dá alguns passos para trás e fica me olhando por um segundo antes de me puxar para seus braços novamente. Estou pressionada contra a parede, sem saber exatamente o que fazer enquanto seus lábios percorrem cada centímetro de mim.
Enterro minhas unhas em seus ombros e ele geme enquanto sua língua encontra meus mamilos. Meus seios, é como se tivessem vida própria agora. Ele desce... o umbigo, o estômago, minha coxa interna e é isso! Não aguento! Agarro seus ombros e tento puxá-lo para cima. Ele não resiste.
Sua respiração pesada no meu ouvido é o meu fim, enterro meus dedos em suas costas, nunca senti nada assim antes. Ele empurra uma de suas pernas entre as minhas, forçando-as a se abrir.