Blood Scry

Blood Scry

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"I'll be gentle," he said quietly as he bent his head to my wrist. His lips pressed softly on my wrist and I jerked my hand away in response. He froze and wait until I was ready. After a minute of us sitting in silence, I was ready. He took my hand once again and pressed his lips to my wrist once more this time I could hear him inhaling my sent. He made a deep sound in his throat like he was satisfied by the way my blood smelled. ________________________________________________________________________________ Trinity is tired of the life of an immortal. She has stood by her friends through loss, hate and love. She would do anything and everything for her friends but is making a deal with a royal going to far. The man wanted to own her and call her his since the first time they meet. However, she has guarded her heart from everyone except her friends. Can this man break down her defenses by helping her friends or was his game something else entirely?
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I was falling, cascading into the dark chasm of sin and desire. I was unhinged, wild and free, giving in to everything I wanted. I would not hold back tonight. I wanted to fuck him over and over, anywhere and everywhere. Taste him and kiss him. Completely surround myself with only Jay. I will do it all with Jay tonight and every night forward. I am his queen, his weakness, his carnal transgression. I will take him as my own and ride out this delusion with him come what may. A tiny voice in the back of my mind was scolding, cursing, pleading at me to come to my senses, realize the mistakes I was making and the repercussions I would face. I suffocated the whispers, murdered my rational logic in that moment. Death was swift for the girl in my mind looking down with a frown on my actions. I laughed again, knowing this would be my undoing, enjoying the unraveling of my sanity, leaving it in shards on the ground. Because I had made up my mind. I won't let go. ****TRIGGER ⚠️ WARNING This book contains mature content; including language, violence, sexual content, drugs and alcohol and a near rape scenario. There will be no other warning throughout. Thank you for reading!

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