Debra doesn't need anyone to tell her that going from one relationship straight into another is never a good idea. Despite knowing this, she finds herself staring at a certain Marine with the body of a demigod and all covered in tattoos. Retired Marine, Trystan Debney, has seen and experienced his fair share of the bad and ugly. His physical and emotional scars are a testament to that. Even with the great support from his family and an inspiring new career, he feels unfulfilled. That is until he meets Debra Ames. She is everything he ever wanted in a woman, except for the fact that she wants nothing to do with him or relationships in general. She wants to learn how to be single and he wants a wife. Furthermore, she refuses to give him more than her body, not knowing that is all he needs to get to her heart. And once he has her heart, there's nothing he wouldn't do to keep her safe and far away from his enemies. [COMPLETED] [Mature] Featured on @WattpadMilitaryFiction Highest rank: #1 in MarineCorps 👨🏽‍✈️ #1 in BWWM 🍫 #1 in Friendship 👭 #1 in Chicklit 👩🏽‍🏫 #1 in POC ✊🏽 #1 in PTSD 😵 #1 in War 💣 #1 in Army ⚠️ #2 in Interracial 🖤 #6 in Romance 🌹 #9 in NewAdult 🤩 "Seriously this book is one of my favorites book I have read here on wattpad!!! I love this book and the characters! And well... the smut!!! 🥵🥵 I really hope we continue having bonus chapters!! 💗💗 thank u for the amazing book" @mariepedrero Add this book to your library and click the follow button to get notifications on bonus chapters as they are added. Copyright © 2019 Lady Altagracia. All rights reserved.

"You're mine." I said, only inches away from her beautiful face. Her eyes. Her lips. I could not resist. "There's only you... Only you." My thumb caressed her cheek, marvelling at the softness of her skin. From under her dark nut-brown hair, peeked eyes of hazel and honey, edged with a deep forest-green. Held innocence, and fire that dwindled down to smoldering ember. I was warned about the threats in life, but never the ones with hazel eyes. I held her close, so close that I could feel her heartbeat against my chest. Her body- chiseled to perfection. Must she be so perfect? I couldn't stop myself from pulling her close to me and kissing her lips. At first, it was a delicate butterfly of a kiss, so faint, like a whisper. But, oh, it grew into so much more. Kissing her hungrily, my hands roamed all over her body. I wanted to kiss her lips, trace the curves, the lines and the twists they hid. I wanted to caress her body, cover with my hands every inch of her skin from head to toes, run my fingertips over her, and hear the melody of her laughter, and the symphony of her moans."More," I growled silently, still kissing on her bottom lip. "Give me more, Amelia." I kept kissing her, over and over again, each time harder than the last. The more love I give her, the more I have bursting inside me... Crazy, huh? "Dimitri" The silvery melody of her voice serenaded trough my heart as the air softly touched her lips when she whispered my name. My aesthetic senses came alive. I was once again struck by what she did to me, by her beauty. Her kisses, they lit my brain on fire, the warmth spreading throughout my entire body. After each one of them, I was more addicted. I couldn't bare not to be with her and I could barely breathe when she wasn't around. I, the Vampire Prince of Venedocia was swollen under the spell of this human. Amelia was my salvation and my torment. I lived for her and I would die with the memory of her in my arms. She was the half that made me whole.

"Kiss me." He orders, slamming my locker shut. "Is she coming?" I ask, turning my head to look behind me, but he grabs my face and makes me look up at him. "Yes, now kiss me." I do as told, getting on my tippy toes as I lean up to kiss him. He kisses me back slowly, before he pins me against the lockers and deepens the kiss. My eyes widen and I try to push him away. This isn't part of the deal. He pulls away, a full on smirk plastered on his face. "I lied." He confesses, turning around. "She wasn't coming." Then, he walks away.