#1st Book in 'Tangled Series.'
Revenge and Love, I was tangled between both of these. Once I loved but that love took everything from me, it destroyed me inside out. At that time, Revenge was my only hope. I decided Vengeance would be my endgame. I...
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I groaned in sleep, squinting my eyes against the morning light. A soft chuckle made me open them fully, revealing the mesmerizing honey brown eyes of my husband, staring at me with an intensity that made my heart skip a beat.
“Good morning,” his voice rumbled, huskily warm as the rising sun. He leaned down, brushing his lips against mine in a quick, tender peck.
“Good morning,” I murmured, snuggling deeper into his chest, seeking the comfort of his warmth. His arms tightened around my waist, holding me close.
“What time is it?” I asked, feeling a pang of anxiety.
“Nine,” he replied, his voice a low rumble against my ear.
“Oh God, we have a flight to take,” I said, my voice laced with worry.
"It's after the noon, Babydoll. Relax," he reassured me, kissing my hair.
“I'm getting up anyway,” I said, trying to push myself away from him. But before I could even shift, he flipped our positions with effortless grace, his weight pinning me down. He loomed over me, one hand beside my head and the other resting possessively on my waist.
“Too eager to get up?” he asked, leaning closer until our breaths mingled.
“It's already late,” I muttered, a touch of defiance in my voice.
“It's not too late...” he murmured, burying his face in the curve of my neck. His lips traced a trail of hot kisses along my skin, sending shivers down my spine.
“You get up when I say, understand?” he murmured against my skin, his voice a low growl.
“Oh, so you're going to schedule when I have to get up, when I have to sleep like some sort of instructor?” I asked, my voice laced with playful sarcasm.
“Like some sort of good husband,” he retorted, his lips finding their way back to my neck, leaving wet kisses in their wake. He began to suck on my skin, his touch growing more intense with every passing second. The air thrummed with unspoken desires.
In the heat of the moment, his hand found itself slipping beneath the fabric of my t-shirt. With a tenderness that sent shivers down my spine, his fingers grazing the soft skin of my waist. The sensation of his touch was intoxicating, and I found myself leaning into him, my breath hitching in my throat.
His lips, meanwhile, were making a feast of my neck. He kissed me with a passion that was both gentle and fierce, his tongue tracing a path along my collarbone that made me gasp with pleasure. I could feel the heat of his breath against my skin, sending waves of desire coursing through my body.
