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OUT OF ALL THE THINGS in the whole world, there are only two things Freya Mikaelson hates with a burning passion: her mother and modern technology. Funnily enough, there were similarilies between the two. Both were confusing, and both were out to get her.
But this time, she had something to worry about beyond herself: she had a family to protect. Which is exactly why she had agreed to setup a plan to stop everything once and for all.
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PRESENT TIME
The first thought she had was about how sore her body felt. Everything felt tender, like she'd just did a full body workout the day before. Rosalie lazily stretched out on the four poster bed, like a cat bathing in sunlight. Her eyes slowly blinked open, still heavy with sleep.
Soft light filtered through the white curtains, illuminating the room she was far too familiar with. A sigh left her lips as she turned on her side. She caught a glimpse of a feather on the silken sheets, making her furrow her brows in confusion. As her eyes scanned the bedspread, she discovered that there were multiple of them scattered around.
The brunette leaned up on her elbows, spotting torn pillows on the floor, more like feathers and strips of fabric. Her face felt hot at the reminder of what they did the night before, of how he...
Jesus.
He was otherworldly. If she hadn't memorized every detail of his body, she would have thought it was all a dream. Flashbacks of passionate kisses and breathless words had her blushing furiously. His rough moans, his reverent praises, his callused fingertips gripping her soft thighsㅡ
But then, the doorknob to the bathroom turned.
Suddenly feeling shy around him, the Monet quickly burried herself back in bed. She barely had time to wonder why she was alone in the king sized bed before he emerged from the bathroom, only wearing sweatpants, loosely wrapped around his hips. Rosalie discreetly oggled at him, all defined muscles and pure sin, with half of her face covered by the sheets.
His eyes brightened as he heard the rapid beat of her heart. Nik grinned wolfishly, unable to stop himself from teasing her, "Enjoying the view, love?"
He chuckled when she hid her face from his view. Nik strolled over, the bed dipping under his weight as he sat. He gently removed the sheet, revealing her blushing cheeks.
His smile widened, seeing her swollen lips and tired eyes and thinking of how adorable she looked. Nik leaned closer, a warm palm on her jawline, and pressed a tender kiss on her mouth. Time stilled, stuttering and halting indefinitely. This love between them felt so precious and delicate, yet gritty and enduring. Rosalie sighed, tension leaving her body as his soft lips repeatedly touched her own.
