I Have Tasted the Forbidden Fruit

I Have Tasted the Forbidden Fruit

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Samuel Elijah Lane: beautiful dark eyes feeled with fear, hope , and uncertainity. The only touch he knows is one of anger of hate and one of pain. His dark skin is marked with scars of being beaten. But those are only surface scars, his scars run much deeper than that. Damien Paul Reice: a sweet caring boy with eyes bluer than a clear sky and a smile than will make you believe everything will be ok. His father is a hard man, who believes is discipline in more ways than one. Especially when he drinks. When Damien's father comes home from a slave auction with Samuel, Damien instantly feels something. Somethimg hes never experienced before. But Samuel is very distrusting and timid, and wants nothing more than to be left alone. What will happen when Damien starts to slowly earn Samuels trust and a friendship, bond, and a forbidden love start to form? a love so forbidden that can it have a happily ever after?
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Aerion curled into Damien, clinging like something broken. Damien stroked his hair in silence, gentle, aching. "Aerion?" he whispered. Aerion pressed closer, unwilling to let go. "You have to leave." "Why?" came the muffled reply. "I want to stay. With you." "It's not right," Damien said. "To want the one who hurt you. To bleed for the hand that broke you." "And is it right to let go of the only thing you've ever known?" Aerion's voice trembled. "You hurt me. I know. But it doesn't matter." Damien's voice turned low. "Because I've been your whole world for a while-your joy, your ruin. I broke you. And still, you cling to me. Not out of love, but because pain feels familiar." Damien paused. "I once felt that for you." Aerion looked up, desperate. "Then how did you let go?" Damien met his eyes. "I didn't," he said. "You left." ---------- Aerion and Damien had wounded each other beyond repair-but neither ever truly let go. Millennia ago, Aerion betrayed Damien, and died for it. Now, in another life, they meet again. Damien saves a boy from being sacrificed to a god-not out of mercy, but bloodlust. He didn't know the boy was Aerion reborn. Not at first. But once he saw it-once he knew-his cruelty sharpened. Damien never speaks of the betrayal. He doesn't need to. His silence is thick with rage... and something else. That old, cursed fondness, crawling back in. Aerion, unaware of who he once was, cowers before the titan. But still, he slowly found himself drawn to him. Because in this life, Damien-cruel, cold and brutal-was the kindest one he'd ever known. -----------

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