Jada sit up pon di counter, legs cross, one hand under her chin, just watching him move. Her eye dem nah shift, nah blink. And just when she tink it couldn't get no worse... He walk over to her and gently slide one a her favourite chocolate bar inna her hand. "Mi know yuh love dem one yah," him say wid a wink, then walk back to di stove. Jesus. Her thigh dem clamp together instantly. She suck in one deep breath, then exhale shaky. "Yuh alright over deh so, doc?" Him tease as him stir di sauce again, not even turning round. "Mi good..." she lie, biting into di chocolate bar like it could help. But really, all she did waan bite was him. Di man too damn fine. From di curve of his back to di way di ink lick across him skin. And every now and then, him pants slide just a inch lower - teasing di waistband of him brief - and her eye dem nearly pop out. Her body a betray har. Har nipples stiff under di T-shirt, and har pussy... Lord God. She shift pon di counter, trying fi fix herself - but it only mek it worse. Lenox glance back and see how she shift. Him smirk. "Yuh sure yuh good?" This time, him voice deeper. More deliberate. Jada swallow hard. "Mi fine." Lie again. Straight lie. He turn down di flame pon di stove, wipe him hand, and walk back over to her. Him step between her legs, both palms pon di side of her thighs now, rubbing slow. "Yuh nuh look fine," him murmur. "Yuh look like yuh a suffer." She blink up at him, lips parted. "And yuh deh yah, sweet up di place, drop chocolate, and a tease mi wid yuh back muscle dem... mi a try focus pon dinner and yuh a tempt mi." she admit. Him lean in, lips brush her ear. "Mi a tempt yuh?" him whisper low and wicked. She nod slow, biting her lip. He chuckle deep and dark, then kiss her neck once. "Eat yuh chocolate, love. Dinner soon done. Den mi deal wid every single ting yuh body a beg mi fah." And just like dat - him walk back to di stove.

In a gritty world where loyalty, love, and blood intertwine, **Dante**, a powerful and feared figure in the underworld, finds unexpected solace and strength in **Jasmine**, a brilliant and fierce woman with a sharp mind and unmatched bravery. Their lives collide when a brutal attack claims the life of Rodney's woman and child-an act of war that sets the streets ablaze with vengeance. As Dante and Rodney navigate a violent mission to avenge their losses, Jasmine proves herself more than just a lover. She becomes a warrior in her own right, defending her home from armed assailants, outsmarting enemies, and standing by Dante's side through chaos and bloodshed. In one of the most shocking twists, Jasmine reveals she had protected Rodney's woman and son all along, staging their deaths to keep them safe from Tanya's crew, delivering not just hope but justice in a world where both are rare. Amidst the violence, moments of passion blossom-Dante and Jasmine share a love both tender and intense. Their bond deepens with every touch, every shared morning, and every battle fought side by side. But their intimacy isn't without humor, mishaps, and heat, as Jasmine's playful nature often drives Dante wild, leading to steamy, unfiltered moments of affection. As their love grows, so does the life within Jasmine-she's pregnant. And when Dante tells his mother, **Sonya**, the joy is unmatched. The fierce matriarch welcomes Jasmine with open arms, sealing her place in the family. This story is a powerful blend of action, romance, and raw emotion, showing that even in a world drenched in violence, love can bloom, families can form, and warriors can have soft hearts.

**_She heals wounds. He creates them._** In the heart of Kingston, where white rum flow like water and gunshots echo like riddim, two lives crash like thunder in a storm of blood, lust, and betrayal. **Christopher Scott** - the feared and untouchable Don of Portmore - lives by the code of the streets. Cold, calculated, and ruthless, his hands are soaked in sin and smoke. Love? That's weakness. And weakness gets yuh killed. But when a deal goes south and one of his men gets shot, Christopher's forced into the presence of a woman he never expected - **Elizabeth Collins**. Surgeon by profession. Fireball by nature. Elizabeth doesn't do criminals. She doesn't do drama. She's already neck-deep in hospital politics, blood-soaked shifts, and stress from all angles. But when her longtime friend Michael drags a half-dead man into her pristine home - with Christopher stepping through her door like sin in human form - her world tilts. He's danger wrapped in gold chains and quiet stares. She's a healer with hands that could either fix him... or ruin him. Their chemistry is lethal. Their connection, undeniable. But with Toni-Ann - the Don's ex-situation - stirring up trouble, enemies closing in from all corners, and Elizabeth's straight-laced life bleeding into Christopher's criminal underworld, both their worlds threaten to implode. Because in this city, love don't come easy. It comes with a price. And sometimes... **love buss more shot than hate.** She Fix Wound, Me Buss Head "When the Don met the doctor, blood wasn't the only thing spilled."

Kimberly sit pon di veranda, di night air cool and calm. Di stars dem a shine bright, and di moon cast a soft glow pon everything. Dante walk up to her slowly, di sound of him footsteps quiet as him approach. Him look at her, smile soft, and say, "Kim, yuh beautiful tonight." Kimberly raise up her head, look at him with a soft smile. "Yuh always know how fi mek mi feel special," she reply, voice gentle. Dante kneel down beside her, his hand reaching out to hold hers. "Mi nuh tek yuh for granted, Kim. Every moment mi spend wid yuh blessing," him whisper, his thumb gently brushing across her hand. "Mi waan yuh fi know seh mi care fi yuh deeply." Kimberly heart skip a beat, feeling di warmth of his words. She squeeze his hand back, her voice barely above a whisper. "Mi care fi yuh too, Dante. It feels good fi know someone understand mi like dis." Him lean in closer, their faces inches apart. Di night air shift, and di only sound is di beat of their hearts. "Yuh ready fi mek more memories with mi?" Dante ask, his eyes searching hers. "Mi always ready, Dante," Kimberly respond, voice steady, but her heart racing. In dat moment, time seem fi slow down as he lean in and kiss her softly, di kiss full of love and warmth. It wasn't just a kiss, but a promise - a promise of more moments together, of growing closer and finding peace in each other's arms.

Selena Woods had always relished her solitude. A strong-minded woman who thrived in her own company, she carved out a life of peace amidst the bustling chaos of Kingston. Her days were filled with quiet routines and personal passions, far removed from the city's darker undercurrents. She had little awareness of the shadowy figures lurking in the background, observing her with intense interest. Matthew Spencer, the elusive Don of the Kingston area, was a man who commanded respect and struck fear into the hearts of many. His world was one of power, danger, and calculated moves. Yet, despite his hardened exterior and ruthless reputation, his thoughts were frequently drawn to Selena. To him, she was an enigma-a beacon of purity and strength amidst his turbulent existence.

Her breath came in ragged gasps as she fought to keep her composure, her body trembling with the effort of stifling her sounds of pleasure. Dante's lips curved into a smirk as he felt her struggle, his control over the moment evident in every movement. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Dante ended the call with a smooth and final tone. He placed the phone aside, his focus entirely back on Amara. His eyes locked with hers, filled with a possessive intensity that made her heart race. "Now, where were we?" he whispered, his voice a seductive promise. His hands resumed their exploration with renewed fervor, his touch a blend of dominance and tenderness that left Amara breathless.

In the heart of Papine, Stephen McKenzie, a powerful don, finds himself captivated by Elizabeth, a woman whose heart yearns for him but is shackled by the dangers of his world. As he closes the door behind him, he approaches her slowly, whispering against her lips, "Mi still want yuh enuh," while his fingers trail along her skin, igniting a spark of desire. Elizabeth's breath catches as she feels the heat of his touch, her body responding to his every caress. "I need you too, Stephen, but we both know the risks," she murmurs, her voice a delicate blend of longing and fear. Stephen's gaze pierces through her hesitation as he promises to protect her, urging her to trust him and embrace the intoxicating passion that binds them. In that charged moment, Elizabeth grapples with her desire and the shadows of his life, torn between love and the peril that surrounds them.