"Are you going to admit it?" I murmured unevenly, unable to control myself as he trailed his nose up my neck and his large hands started to creep up my stomach. “Admit what?” He lifted his head and stared into my eyes. “Admit that you care for me. That you want this as much as I do. That you’re yearning for me as I am for you.” His name is Darian. He is cunning, dangerous, manipulative... But, he is mine and I am his. This is our story. It’s not a perfect one. But it is ours – and I wouldn't change a thing.
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