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26 year old, Connor Deluca, is a professional Hockey player in the NHL; who just moved into the expensive Citrus Grove Community.
23 year old, Serena Jade, is the recluse famous author known to the public only under her pen name Skylyn Voss, and...
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Together, intertwined between silk sheets, fucking, Serena and Connor were a force to be reckoned with.
They were a fire that burned bright and hot, the embers blazing a relentless red, ready to burn forever.
And boy did they burn.
Serena couldn't get enough, one round wasn't gonna cut it for her, and by the look in Connor's eyes it wasn't enough for him either.
His gaze enraptured her, the piercing darkness of them claimed every inch of her skin with goosebumps. And that one look was all it would take to send them into a heated frenzy of Lust.
Hours, and hours went bye.
They were breathless, but at the mercy of each other's desires.
They kissed through whispered quips.
Nails dragging across skin.
Hips colliding.
Moans filling the entire house with a thick heat.
The sun was just starting to break the horizon and leak it's red pigments into the blue sky by the time they were done.
Connor practically collapsed on his bed, his large arms wrapped under and around her loosely while he slept.
Serena however was awake, and that foggy haze she was lost in moments ago was clearing.
The warm embrace of him was tempting, scarily tempting, to lean into and get lost in its security. The heat of his body was teasing her, lulling Serena to sleep.
But she knew she'd regret it, she knew they both would. Sleeping was something entirely different than fucking.
They were two different stories that were written together, different versions that existed at the same time.
Two beautifully opposite fabrics threaded together with the same red thread.
Serena looked at him while he slept. His long eyes lashes fanned down on his tanned cheeks, and his nostril had a tiny scar on it, little details now clear to her when she was this close to his resting face.
She blushed gently and tilted her head, staring so intently, he looked like a different person to her entirely while he slept.
She placed her soft hand on his cheek and rubbed a fading scar on his cheek bone, no doubt from hockey.
Connor's breathing brought his chest up and down slowly and methodically. His lips were parted just a little bit, and his breath was fanning across her bare chest.
Even asleep, he made goosebumps erupt all over her skin.
Serena sighed and lifted her hand away, starting to very slowly wiggled out from his embrace.
