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“I... laughed,” she murmured, still stunned. “Do it again.” “What?” “I want to hear it again.”
He was tickling her. The feared Shadow Man was tickling her.
Maybe she would never be whole. But maybe, one day she wouldn't be as broken either. And that alone gave her some hope.
Dainn Blackthorne.
“I was with you. You didn’t go through any of that alone.”
"I'm yours."
His nose brushed hers again. "All mine."
As did finding a fresh red rose and little notes on her bedside table.
She didn’t need a good man telling her he loved her; she needed a dark devil to tell her she was his. And maybe Dainn
“I will set the whole world on fire before I let anything hurt you again.”
“Because you’re mine!” She slammed her hands on the table, standing up. “You’re the only person, the only thing in this entire world that is mine!” Her chest heaving, she glared at him. “My killer, my stalker, my lover.
“Believe me or don’t, fact is fact. I haven’t fucked anyone in six years. I’ve not touched anyone who’s not you in six years. And I’ve never kissed a woman on the mouth in my life. Never
“Make us a meal whenever you want. You’re gifted at this.”
“You’ve been keeping an eye on him, haven’t you?” she asked,
Tristan??or shit does she have a kid??
“For you, anything.”
It was the way she stole glances at him, the way she stole his t-shirts, the way she stole parts of him too.
the little bundle wrapped in a blanket in her arms,
shit it is a kid. Is it xaden/xander????!!!!
“Take him. Take him away from here, somewhere safe where he will grow up with love and care. Please. They’re coming for me, and he needs to be away when they find me.
“Promise me you’ll keep him safe. If you can’t keep him, send him to someone who will love him. Promise me.”
“Be safe, little Xander," she murmured against his soft cheeks. "Be strong. Be loved, my beautiful baby.”
Okay shit it is him
Until he claimed all the broken pieces of hers as his own.
She leaned down slowly, pressing her lips to his for a second, feeling his breaths on her face as his soft mouth against hers, before she pulled back.
“If we do this,” he said quietly against her mouth, “I will be your last everything. You choose this, you choose everything I am, every twisted, deranged, obsessed part of me. You choose this, and I will never fucking let you go. Do you understand?” Her eyes fluttered close. “I do.”
He had touched her soul.
"He's with… a couple that loves him."
Oh you mean her brother
“You’re the only one who knows my name, flamma,” he spoke, his words brushing her lips. “The only one who knows me as the devil I truly am. And seeing you here, willing and trusting, is the only time I come close to feeling something.”
“If there was any love in this world of mine, Lyla, it would be you.”
Nothing but you. You’re the moon to my dark night, flamma.
The stars don’t exist in this space. Just you and I. You need me to glow and I need you to exist. It’s simple as that.”
will annihilate the fucking world before I let you go.”
She didn’t know this, but she had been his purpose for six years, all his plans, all his actions, everything centered around her.
She was the sun in the endless dark abyss of the universe, a ball of fire so bright she made everything revolve around herself without even trying,
And he? He was the endless, dark abyss they died in, the one that surrounded her, th...
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and murdered one of Lyla’s old friends, one who had escaped and become Alpha’s sister-in-law.
Yep :((
“I had this house built for you. You'll always have a place to go that is only yours.”
is a marriage license, officially declaring you Mrs. Blackthorne. So you own everything I own, and you can go anywhere in the world and have a name.”
“Now imagine me,” his voice wrote seduction on her skin. “Imagine me pushing you down and you struggling to get away. Deep down, you know I wouldn’t hurt you, but this is a game, and so we pretend. I pretend and chase you, you pretend and run. I catch you—”
“Nothing gets me like your trust. Nothing.”
killed three of them.” Hector gulped visibly. “And one of them killed the other. There’s only one in power now.” Interesting.
“They used me for two years,” he told her matter-of-factly, and she closed her eyes. Not him. Not him too. Yet, knowing he’d been through some of the same thing she had made her feel more seen, more connected to him.
They called her 5057.
Another of the missing girls
There is no reality where you and I exist that we don’t end up exactly where we are now. None.”
My sire—” She held her breath. “—was a Syndicater at the time.”
She completed parts of him that had been jagged and raw, fitting inside them with softness and fluidity, soothing some latent beast within him.
