The Man from Another Time

The Man from Another Time

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Re-edited: added more chapters Nishi has loved and lost too many times in her own world. At 31, she's given up on finding a man who will truly love her... until a single wish on a shooting star pulls her into the past, to a world she doesn't understand, and into the arms of a man she never imagined could exist. Simon is a man of solitude and strength, scarred by betrayal and hardened by life in a small village. When he finds Nishi unconscious in the forest, he is captivated by her beauty, yet wary of the mystery she brings. She speaks of a time far beyond his own, of a world that doesn't exist yet, and of desires that seem impossible. Thrown together by fate, Nishi and Simon must navigate a world where superstition rules, danger lurks in the shadows, and every glance carries a tension neither can ignore. But as secrets unfold and hearts awaken, Nishi begins to wonder... can a love born across centuries survive, or will time itself keep them apart? Steamy, intense, and full of forbidden longing, this is a tale of love, desire, and the magic that can only exist when worlds collide.
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He was a beast closing in on his prey, and she was frozen, caught between the instinct to flee and a new, bewildering curiosity to see what he would do. His gaze dropped, openly tracing the curve of her hips, the ample swell of her breasts clearly outlined by the thin silk. He stopped just before her, so close she could feel the heat pouring from his body, could smell the dust of the road, the scent of horse and leather, and the unique, musky aroma that was entirely his. "Forgive my hunger, wife," he murmured, his voice dropping to a husky whisper that was for her ears alone. "I have missed the sight of you." Before she could process the apology or the admission, he acted. With a swift, fluid motion that belied his size, he attacked. Not with violence, but with a desperate, primal hunger.

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