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The Crown Flower: My First Love

[R-18] Volume 1: The Crown Flower (Completed) Under the hardcover of her childishness, she disguises her painful past. The brutal side of life renders her strong. The person she used to believe like her own shadow betrayed her too. She left bruised, broken. They say love happens just once. But it isn't true. Definitely not. One day, someone appears in her life again, he heals her bruised heart gives her a new life, a new hope. But fate is not mild-mannered. When her broken heart was healed and it had fallen too deep for him, someone unexpected shows up in his life. Maybe she is late, maybe she is not the one he wants. But is it the truth? Even he knows he loves her and wants her, but who is the other one then? Is that person the Ms right? Or Ms wrong? Love isn't easy to accomplish, it is always on top in the toughest list. Will they even be able to accomplish it? ~It's an unedited book and also, my very first book here. Mistakes are common. Read at your own risk~ ~I don't own the cover.~ Follow me on Instagram: ilm.arh Facebook/Twitter: Author I.R. Discord Server Link: https://discord.gg/gTP8CdqbBt Buy me a coffee: https://www.buymeacoffee.com/authorilma Join me on Patreon: https://www.patreon.com/authorilma

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69 Chs

His touches

[THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS MATURE CONTENT. Please avoid Tiara's POV and read from Dylan's POV, if you are not comfortable reading 18+ content]

Tiara's POV...

His touches, it was like flood gates opened inside me, releasing waves of desire and lust. Dylan brought himself up, hovering on the top of me, pressing his tip against my folds. His eyes were dark, filled with lust and love, that made my stomach growl. He held my hands above my head, propping himself up as he held his other hand to hold onto my hip.

He began thrusting, deep and hard, watching me writhe underneath him. I pressed my head with the pillow, struggling to absorb the force of his movements. It really felt amazing to have him completely dominating me.

He lowered himself, and captured my lips, taking my moans in his mouth. He was holding him back enough not to hurt me but was also wild enough to make me subdued.