The Deep นิยาย & เรื่องราว

His heavy breathing brushed over my neck, telling me he was enjoying it as much as I was. “I need more,” he said with a raspy, strangled voice. “More?” I questioned, my brain muddled with ecstasy. “More. Deeper. Harder.” He pushed me to my back and came over the top of me. He pushed the blankets out of his way and ran a hand down my chest. His eyes were that beautiful dark blue that always happened when he was turned on. I watched him stare at my body, running his hands over the curves before dropping a kiss to one nipple, then the other.

ALEXANDER Jasmine slips her hand into mine as we walked to the stairs. “Have you met Dante Alacatara?.” Who the fuck is Dante Alacatara? “No... Why do you ask?.” i questioned, while confusion is visibly showing on my face. “Alexander, stop acting like an old school. Don't tell me you haven't met Dante Alacatara of 'fall for fire' season two.” GREAT! i'm now having movie discussions when they're a million and one things to talk about. So, fucking, great!.

The ground split open in a ring around Kael, exposing molten light below. Kael dropped to his knees, pressing his palms to the ground. His blood hissed as it touched the soil, the runes drinking it greedily. The black veins along his arms blazed to life, tendrils of shadow rising from his skin. Aria called out his name, but he barely heard her. The Deep was awake now. It surged through him like a storm, flooding his senses with memories that weren’t his. He saw glimpses of cities swallowed whole, moons torn from the sky, wolves kneeling before something vast and unseen.