The Loft

The Loft

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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Mon, Aug 1, 2016
"I want", Lily said. "What? What do you want, Lily?" "I want" she whispered and stroking her hands down his chest, "you." Vincent caught her hands firmly within his, "I can't give you what you want." Lily looked up at him, biting her lip. She had a feeling he was fighting a battle with himself. Good. Now he knew how she felt every time she saw him. He tightened his grip on her hands and they stared at each other, "You are playing with fire, sweetheart." He pulled her against his hard body, "Don't blame me, if you get hurt", he growled at her before he took her mouth with his own. ********************************************************************************************************* Vincent Stevens was an architect and the representative CEO in an agency in Berlin. Putting his dark past behind, he started to build a new life. He thought he had everything under control now and nothing could happen until a fresh graduate architect started to work in the same company... Will he make the same mistakes? Will the past come back to haunt him? Liliane Michels is 22 years old and happily engaged to her high school boyfriend. She is a fresh graduate architect starting to work in an architect agency with a bright future ahead of her. What happens when her life collides with the mysterious man's one?
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When love hurts you when there is betrayal and revenge, The heart, once tender, now bleeds with bitter ache, Yet through the storm of sorrow, strength you shall find, And from the ashes of pain, your spirit will rise anew. --------------- He held my hand gently, his touch was so gentle and firm. His other hand snaked around my waist, in a slow, torturous, yet blissful movement, and he swirled me in a graceful dance motion. The room spun around me, but then he let go, and I stumbled, my balance lost. In an instant, he yanked me back towards him, and I bumped hard into his chest, the impact taking my breath away. As I looked down, trying to steady myself, he lifted my chin with his two fingers, making me look into his eyes. The back of his fingers trailed from my neck to my cheek, turning my legs to nothing but a jelly. His gaze was so intense, and instantly the gentle emotions were gone, replaced by his standard emotion, rage. His eyes blazed with an almost frightening intensity. He swirled me harshly again, the movement abrupt and forceful. Then, he bent me backward on his arm, my body arching under his control. He drew his face closer until I could feel his warm breath against my skin. We were so close that I could see the fine lines around his eyes, the slight stubble on his jaw. A soft pink color of his lips were adding a touch of warmth to his face. His eyes bore into mine with deep intensity. Just when I thought he might kiss me, his expressions became colder and he made me stand upright, leaving me disoriented and confused. I was looking at him and he was looking straight ahead.

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