NS#1: Affection

NS#1: Affection

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WARNING: MATURE CONTENT | R18+ Edric finds himself changing after fucking a virgin woman. He can't get rid of her in his fucking mind no matter what he do. He tries the urge not to see her but fate has its own plan. Being with her and not seeing her, he realised that it was not all about the dick behind his pants but the feeling of something he didn't expect he could feel. Everything went too fast and they both got into a relationship, it was new to both of them because it's their first time... But the question is, is both your affection enough for your relationship to last? Because without trust, your love falls and your heart breaks.
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She thought it would be nothing more than a summer fling. A fleeting phase she could shake off like sand clinging to sun-kissed skin. But it wasn't that simple. Not when it came to Isaiah Hendrick De Guia. He wasn't forgettable-he was addictive. From the moment he stepped into her life, he stole the air from her lungs and left her breathless. And she would never forget the way he found her at the lake-drenched, vulnerable, caught in a moment that felt far too intimate for strangers. It was reckless. It was wrong. But it was electric. Still, it wasn't just the setting that drew her in. It was him. His eyes. The way he looked at her-hungry, knowing, as if he'd already memorized the shape of her desire-made her feel bare in a way she had never known. One look from him, and her logic unraveled. Her body remembered things her mind tried to deny. She should've stayed away. Maybe that would've been safer. Smarter. But how could she, when fate kept pulling them back into each other's orbit? When every stolen glance felt like foreplay, every accidental touch like a promise? How could she walk away when every whispered name, every brush of skin, every burning gaze just tightened the invisible thread between them? What if the deeper they tried to bury it, the hotter it burned? What if their worlds had already begun to revolve around one thing-each other?

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