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Nathaniel's POV I dropped to my knees. Aaron went rigid. I reached up, my fingers gripping the rough terrycloth, and pulled. "Don't." He stepped back, voice breaking. "You don't know what you're starting." But his hips shifted forward. His dick strained against the towel. I ignored the words and leaned forward, my mouth closing around him. He groaned deep. I set the pace slow, letting him feel every stroke of my tongue. I pulled back just enough to
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Aaron’s POV I was awake, staring at the ceiling, feeling the cold, dark tide of self-loathing rise in my chest. Nathaniel was heavy in my arms, deep in sleep. I had fed from him twice tonight. The first time had been necessary for sustenance; the fight with Antonio’s vermin and the emotional toll of seeing him break down had left me drained. The second time had been a desperate grab for connection an hour ago, a quiet, possessive reassurance that he was safe while I prepare
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Nathaniel’s POV “Aaron,” I said, forcing my voice to stay level, “no one’s coming for me. You’re just—hurt. Something happened to your family, something terrible, and it’s… it’s messed with your head. We need to get you help.” He rose from the couch slowly. The air shifted around him—denser, charged. He seemed taller somehow. “Let’s just call the cops,” I went on, words tripping over themselves. “If it was self-defense… look, my mom knows lawyers. They can help.” He di
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Thank you. Its almost complete. Maybe 4 or 5 chapter left.
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Nathaniel’s POV Mom’s breaths were too fast. The nasal cannula hissed softly with each inhale, and the pulse-ox on her finger blinked red. Her lips looked pale. “Go home,” she whispered, brushing my wrist with her thumb. “You look exhausted.” I couldn’t. My panic attack earlier had scared her into this flare-up. Her being here was all my fault. Her fingers squeezed mine, weak but sure. “I’m okay, angel. They gave me a steroid. My lungs just… tightened. I’ll stabili
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INTERLUDE (Tuscany, Italy) The room smelled of smoke long before the fire began. Antonio Veraldi sat in his high-backed chair of blackened oak, fingers draped over the armrest in a lazy sort of elegance, as though boredom itself had taken human form and lounged there. His eyes pale, ancient, inhuman tracked the trembling figure chained in the corner. The mortal man’s breath stuttered, fogging the air with shallow little clouds of terror. Antonio enjoyed the anticipatio
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Nathaniel POV (Present day) The night felt alive. The last notes sang by Hozier still rang in my head as Austin and I walked through the parking lot, the cold Boston air brushing our faces, our ears still buzzing from the stadium’s roar. My cheeks actually hurt from smiling—an unfamiliar, strange kind of ache. “God, I missed that,” Austin said beside me, a real laugh in his voice. “Look at you. Actually smiling. Dimples and everything. I huffed a tiny laugh.
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The ending is so sweet...🤣🤣. I totally relate. I literally can’t watch any romantic movies with my husband. He always laughs and I end up kicking him out of the room. Every hopeless romantic is married to a bare-minimum realist. It’s a law of nature 😭
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Fave line: “Trust me,” Cole murmured 🤣🤣 I love how Cole has already planted himself in Donovan’s psyche. Even when he isn’t around, Donovan is policing himself and denying his own release. I’m really enjoying watching Donovan as he come to terms with his cognitive. dissonance as he’s caught between who he believes himself to be, independent and in control, and what he unconsciously desires for submission, approval, and connection. Lol, fight till the end Donovan. Make him earn that submission 🤣
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Cole’s got that dark charm 😩 i’d probably cave ngl 😇 but why’s his cruelty gotta be this hot 😭🤣 still… justice for the blue-balled 😂 #teamdonovan
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...the only room Shaun had told him was off limits. 🤭🤭🤭🤭 ...The circumcision scar was slender, the part just under the cockhead a nice shade of pink that complemented the glans in the most arousing way... 😋😋😋😋
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Thank you so much.
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Not me blushing at my screen 😳 My husband’s in for a very good night thanks to this chapter. Cole’s filthy mouth should be a crime 😂. Im obsessed w a good dom. Never read about a bottom dom. .. really interesting 🤍🤍🤍🤍
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Nathaniel POV The loft was too quiet. Morning light slid through the curtains, striping the sheets. I pulled the blanket over my head, willing the day to stop moving. Today meant going home, but the thought of leaving Aaron made my chest ache worse than all the responsibilities waiting for me. The door creaked. Footsteps—heavy, certain. I shut my eyes and held my breath. “I know you’re awake.” The mattress dipped. Then Aaron's weight pinned me, his hands sliding u
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Really great plot twist 🤍
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So good already.. can't wait to read more. I love a great dom.
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“Yeah, like that’s gonna happen. You just said to yourself that it was the greatest thing in the world.” ☺️☺️☺️☺️☺️☺️☺️☺️☺️ Yep
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Aaron’s POV The screams were always the same. My mother’s voice cut off. My brother’s fists against glass. The car burning, warped metal bending inward. But tonight something else threaded through it. Nathaniel's face, superimposed over the flames. I woke choking on smoke that wasn’t there. 4:02 a.m. again. Same nightmare, sharper each night since he got here. Nathaniel was tangled around me, heavy and warm, his leg flung over my waist like
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Way to go, Jonathan… nothing sexier than a man who doesn’t waste a drop ☺️
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I love them so much...but I still can't get over chapter 1 and Alex 😭😭.
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Nathaniel’s POV I woke to the ache. Not the kind that fades quickly. This was deep, raw, every shift on the mattress a reminder of what he’d done to me. Aaron was lying on his side, just watching me, his face twisting like he couldn't stand what he saw. “I was…” He broke off, rubbing the back of his neck. “I wanted your first time special. You deserved better than what I gave you.” The memory of this morning crashed back. His body engulfed mine, sweat dripping on
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Sade POV Immortality wasn’t life. It was slow-motion suicide. Most of us didn’t make it past a hundred. Too much blood, too much fucking, too many nights that all blurred into the same. There are a thousand ways to die when you’ve run out of reasons to live. Aaron was close. I’d seen the signs. The restlessness. The way he fucked through bodies like he could empty himself in them. He wasn’t feeding anymore; he was starving himself. A slow execution by his own hand
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Nathaniel Aaron had been gone a week. The only message I got was a text: Sick. Won’t be around. It was short. Clinical. I’d thought about going to see him, but I wasn’t sure if that was my place. Or if I even had one in his life. And now, with him gone, the memory of our kiss was starting to feel like something I’d made up. Austin filled the space he left. We fell into a rhythm: walking home together, him sprawled sideways at my kitchen table most nights
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This made me tear up 😢
