登入Liora. It was the third day after the proposal, the ring, the kiss and definitely, our first night together. Logically, it shouldn't have been considered our first night since we were already expecting a child together, but I wanted to mark and remember it as our first, since I couldn't vividly remember our first night together, and besides, it was also our night together officially as a couple. I was just about to go take a shower when I caught my reflection in the mirror, and I stopped. There was not a single clear patch of skin on the upper part of my body. The entire skin was lined with kiss marks and passionate hickeys. And who did we have to thank for that? Soren, of course. A blush crept to my cheeks when I tried to think about everything that Soren and I had done in the past three days. Wild wasn't even the right word. We had gone at each other like animals. And Soren? He had meant it literally when he said I wasn't going to get out of bed. The three days were th
Liora. "This time, no one will come between us." He whispered, his voice firm and steady, devoid of the fatigue that should have normally characterised any person who had been deeply engaged for the whole night. As if my body was only awaiting his promise, my vision went hazy and my eyelids heavy, as fatigue and sleep, together, caught up with me. In my haziness, I could feel it, as hands and something that closely felt like a warm towel moved over my body. Surprisingly, for the first time in many years, I slept peacefully, a deep and fulfilling sleep, devoid of the usual nightmares that normally accompanied me, every single night. When I woke up, I could barely move my body. After hours full of activity, that was granted, though. I had never been so tired and happy at the same time. The space next to me was empty, but not cold. It meant that Soren had woken up not long ago, and we had spent the whole night together. To my surprise, I was all cleaned up and in a fresh
Liora. "Please," I whispered, my voice breaking from everything. "Make me yours, Soren..." I begged, arching my waist forward, the desperation burning through my nerves foreign even to me, but at that point, I was past caring. He was all I wanted, all I craved, so much that I felt like I would lose my damn mind if he didn't take me in the next second. From where I was, I saw it as his eyes darkened before he positioned himself between my thighs. "It will hurt... I will try to be gentle..." He whispered, as one of his hands played with my left nipple Then he locked his lips with mine, and just as another wave of pleasure overtook me, I felt it, a searing pain that tore through my spine, instantly bringing me back to reality, and a gasp tore past my lips. For a moment, he went still before he continued kissing me, gently, soothingly, and before long, the pain was overtaken by pleasure. After a while, when I was fully comfortable with him inside me, he started moving,
Liora "I have wanted to do this for ages, Liora." A muffled sound escaped from his lips as he placed me on the bed. Before the words could land, he was already tearing my dress apart, his movements hastened by whatever fire burning through him. He was so near, and I inhaled sharply as his familiar scent wafted through my ears, and for a moment, I lost all my senses as I stared at him. Desires glossed his eyes. Three buttons of his shirt were undone, exposing his well-sculpted frame. I didn't know what took over me. Fueled by something I couldn't actually name, I sat up, before hungrily unbuttoning the rest of the shirt, as if I couldn't wait. His full half-body came to the display. He was well framed, orbs where it mattered, muscled generously, looking like a fucking perfect portrait, and for a moment, I got dazed as I stared at him. He.. He was otherworldly handsome. A deliberate piece of art, created for a year. If he were wine, he would be best described as the famous
Liora The first time we kissed, I was under the influence of alcohol, and I couldn't really recall the details, and the ones I recalled were vague, just distant picks from a faraway place. The second time we kissed, it was unexpected, almost accidental. Even long after it happened, I had remained in a trance, wondering why and how it had happened. It immediately had my thoughts spiralling. It had left me wondering whether he was falling in love with me. It had felt like a sweet, stolen moment, one that wasn't meant to happen but was desired. Now, though, as his lips wrapped around mine, I was fully conscious and fully awake. I felt every sensation. His lips were warm and soft against mine, and his hands were wrapped protectively around my neck as he drew me closer. It was the best kiss I had ever had. His movements were slow and sensual, as if he was savouring the moment, as he slowly guided us towards a place he only understood. Moments after adjusting, my movement
Liora "Will you marry me, Liora?" Soren asked, so carefully, as if he was afraid I would say no. But no? From the moment I fell in love with him, I had, on countless occasions, dreamt of that very day, the day he would go on one knee and ask me to marry him, for real this time, not just on paper, not just like the contract suggested. At some point, I would get emotional, just thinking about it. I'd thought that day would never come. I had chided myself for wishing for too much, for living in fantasy rather than reality. Because back then, the distance between Soren and me felt like heaven and earth, too stretched that I could never catch up. And now, looking at him, at the ring box in his hand, and the expectant but nervous smile on his lips, I became emotional. It still felt like a dream, and I was afraid it would all disappear the moment I as much as blinked. In my entire life, I could tell, without doubt, that I was genuinely happy for the first time. Soren, the baby
Liora. After our last confrontation, the following weeks passed in a blur. You know? The same routine, interning at the elite company that the Quinns paid for me to attend, playing the perfect daughter, donating blood for Seris, organising their upcoming grand engagement party, and most impo
Liora. Five minutes! I mumbled softly as I took the elevator down, not even bothering to lock the door behind me. After everything that had happened, Seris's and Tavian's betrayal, you would have expected me to rebel, especially against my foster family and their control, no? Well, I actual
Liora. A deep and pounding headache yanked me awake, and I stirred groggily from my sleep. Deep silence stretched heavily in the room, not the usual calming silence, but the kind that buzzed deep into your scalp. My body felt weak, fatigued, like I'd been run over by a speeding truck. An
Liora Quinn Christmas had always been my favourite season, and I couldn't exactly explain why. Maybe it was about the calm in the air, the soul-soothing Christmas songs, the fairytale-like snow drifting lazily through the air, or, maybe, it was about the cosy Christmas nights Tavian and I spen







