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The fire of love ignites the desire to be conquered and possessed. But when that fire died down, only a pile of cold ashes remained. I once gave you all my love, but you coldly rejected and took advantage of my love. My heart is made fun of, and it is completely worthless in your eyes. But you will never know, it was the suffering you gave me in the past that built the perfect cover for me in the future. Time passes, I come back and will make your life a mess. Arche, Helios, here I come.
While I was lying in bed, I pulled the large blanket that was pure white with dahlia details over my body to cover it. After a passionate love-making match, my strength was greatly reduced. The sensation of comfort that is spreading throughout my body is making me feel hot and eager to be touched by the man who is standing in front of me, even though my entire body is currently transmitting pain and discomfort.
As I turn the blanket over and examine my skin, I notice a dense distribution of bright red kiss marks all over my body. Every time Arche and I make love, my body will be covered with many red traces. Of course, these marks, other than making me shy when seen by others, are not a big problem for my health.
When I turned around, Arche was standing there, a towel wrapped around his waist. His body was illuminated by the light coming from above, and every line of Arche's body was so beautiful that it was difficult to find fault with it. His broad shoulders, firm chest, and distinct muscles that were well proportioned were all gathered on his body. I focused my vision and looked at Arche's flesh while the sweat that was still visible above his body remained dim.
This time the two of us hadn't seen each other for three months, and as soon as we did, Arche pulled me out to make love right away.
It happened so much that I soon got used to it.
I propped up one hand to support my head, letting my shiny red hair fall loosely over my shoulders. I adjusted my lying position, I glanced over at my reflection in the mirror on the opposite side of the room.
The enchantment wraps itself around my body, and I am well aware of the extent to which I am adored by mother nature for having such a beautiful face and body. This exquisite object is the most potent weapon I can wield.
I felt so at ease as I wrapped my fingers around the supple, perspiration-drenched curls, and the softness of the curls made me feel even more at ease. The lustful scent of sex lingered on my body, silently reminding me to remember my true purpose in making love with Arche.
My mind wandered to unrelated topics, I became distracted and forgot that Arche was in the room; I did not pay too much attention to him.
Suddenly, my train of thought was interrupted when Arche called out to me.
"Nabi, would you like some wine? This wine is your favorite wine."
I gave a small blink of my eyes, then nodded, and reached out to take the glass that was being offered to me by Arche. But Arche didn't hand the glass to me; instead, he brazenly sat down next to me and kissed my lips. Arche gently lifted my chin before expertly inserting his tongue into my mouth and filling it with wine. He then gave me a mouthful of wine.
I am head over heels in love with the flavor of this wine, which can transport people to a place where they feel like they are floating above the clouds. Sweetness gently wraps tangerine at the tip of the tongue, but you can still feel the acrid taste inside the sweetness. My mouth is filled with a symphony of flavors; they blend in perfect harmony, as though they were two brothers who were very close to one another.
Arche did not release his grip on my lips and, on the contrary, he began sucking my lips slowly and carefully. His lips leave me with a slightly icy sensation, but the way he caresses and coddles my lips is enough to make me fall head over heels in with him.
As our tongues entwined, I felt a trickle of wine begin to emerge from the corner of my mouth. He is purposefully trying to seduce me by utilizing his charm and mastery of the situation. I gave a hushed grin because I knew exactly what it was that this man was going for. He had a strong desire to embrace this body of mine and lose himself in the gratifications of having sexual relations with me.
However, my time spent with Arche has come to an end, and I must depart.
I created distance between Arche and me by moving his body ever-so-slightly away from each other. I raise my hand and tenderly wipe my lips, which are currently swollen and red; the motion is unintentional but exudes an indescribable amount of charm. I gave Arche a wink before slowly getting to my feet and stepping out of the cozy bed.
"The time of today's meeting is over. We will see each other again in the future so you don't have to miss me too much."
Arche heaved a sigh, cast his gaze down to his lower body, and reluctantly nodded his head.
"Alright, I promised I would never force you to do something you don't like. Nabi, what I said earlier is my true wish, think about it carefully."
I threw myself into the bathtub that was situated in the far corner of the room. The water from the bathtub overflowed, creating a screen that shimmered. I did it as casually as possible, closed my eyes, and then responded to Arche in a drowsy manner.
"I'm not sure what it is that I need to answer to you personally. About our relationship, I do not believe that to be true."
Because I had my eyes closed, I was unable to see the expression on Arche's face as he approached me, but I was able to make out his footsteps very clearly.
Arche placed his large, friendly hand on my shoulder before taking the bath sponge from me and assisting me with the cleaning. I couldn't help but let out a few quiet hums in response to the kindness that he displayed in the way that he moved the bath sponge. Indeed very comfortable in every way.
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"You're mine, little puppy," Kylan growled against my neck. A soft gasp escaped my lips as his lips brushed my skin. My mind screamed at me to push him away-the Lycan Prince who had humiliated me again and again, but my body betrayed me, leaning into him before I could stop myself. He pressed his lips against mine, and his kiss grew more aggressive, more possessive as I felt my legs weaken. What was I doing? In a split-second, I pulled away and slapped him hard across the face. Kylan's eyes darkened, but the smirk on his lips exposed his amusement. "You and I both know we can't fight this, Violet," he said, gripping my wrist. "You're my mate." "And yet you don't want me," I replied. "You told me you were ashamed of me, that l'd never be your queen, that you'd never love me. So please, accept my rejection and let me go." "Never," he whispered, his grip tightening as he pulled me closer. "Soon enough, you'll be begging for me. and when you do-I'll use you as I see fit and then I'll reject you."