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Wandering Hearts

It is said that one can never defy fate. This notion proves its authenticity as Delaney finds herself caught up in the whims of her decided fate. Robbed of control over her own life, Delaney finds herself torm between feuds between mythical beings, creatures that have little or no regards to her emotions. As an abused child, Delaney grew up mostly detached from the world around her and when she decides to take control of her life, she chooses to be a bounty hunter to make a living and makes her own rules, living her life away from anything that causes her distress. But her world turns upside down as she becomes burdened by a murder accusation which almost causes her her life. At the day of her execution, she's saved by a dragon, to everyone's dismay, and is forced to live her life like a captive as she's yet again robbed of her own life. **** Broken hearts, misplaced souls and twisted minds. Even though our pasts may not predict our future, it will always be part of our future and present. Past mistakes, past heartbreaks, past miseries. They ruin us in a way that we are so scared of endings, that we always end up not beginning. And maybe all we need is a little sunshine. A little flower, and most of all... to forgive ourselves for things that we could and couldn't control.

Valentine_24 · Fantaisie
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Undeniable attraction

A small voice at the back of keir's mind was criticising his actions but he was brushing it off. He knew what he was doing was wrong, knowing that Delaney was Merikh's mate, but the smell of strawberries, the taste of her lips and the feel of her soft body writhing beneath his was driving him insane. 

He knew, they both knew that they didn't have feelings for each other. He also had no idea what was going to transpire between them or what would happen after. At this moment they were both driven by desire and undeniable attraction that had maybe developed without them realising it.

In a swift move, Keir manoeuvred their position so that he was now kneeling between her legs, his knee almost touching her crotch. In this position, their bodies almost became one and he could feel her soft mounds pressing against his chest. His hand that was resting on her waist started moving to her bottom, squeezing it softly, eliciting a silent moan from Delaney.