His Demonic Obsession: Demonic Series (Book 2)✓

His Demonic Obsession: Demonic Series (Book 2)✓

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(Warning 18+) Years have now passed and Elijah's dark secrets are now revealed and Luna is holding on to her sanity. Can she still find it in her heart to love Elijah after everything he's put her through? Or will she try to escape from his clutches with the help of Felix along the way? Old memories come and resurface causing more complicated relationships to form between Luna and the others. However, after everything she has lost and been through so far, is it too late to forgive Elijah who caused all this pain to her? Or will Elijah's love be enough to heal Luna's painful scars? "Sins continue to grow and my heart can't stop what it desires. He was the darkness that always followed me, that always tainted me. And I was the forbidden fruit that he craved for." ©️COPYRIGHT 2019 T.M. Luna All rights reserved. 🥇1st Place Fantasy Winner Gothica Award
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She didn't reply and I felt her finger move across my skin, lower, and almost all the way down my lower back. A shiver coursed through my body, strangely pleasant, and I felt her finger stop. "Your tattoos are beautiful," she said softly. Too close. She was too close. My pulse was hammering and I could feel her cool breath against my skin when she spoke, and my body was warm from having felt her. I couldn't reply. My breathing was light and shaken. I wanted to just turn around and pull her against me, or rather put her against a wall, so I could kiss her and feel her more properly against me. If she touched me again, I wasn't sure that I could keep myself from doing just that. "I'm going to take a shower," I said suddenly in an attempt to escape. She didn't stop me, so I took that opportunity to walk away. When I reached the bathroom, I took a deep breath to steady myself as well as my pulse. Closing the door behind me, I ran a hand through my hair. She truly was a nightmare. A bad boy's worst nightmare was a girl that made him want to be a good one.

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