EmmelineRouge

“No matter where I am, even when there’s nothing left on this Earth, I’ll love you, everlastingly.” 
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She was a duchess of one of the most powerful kingdoms in the world, aka Sophia Windsor; he, a prince from a kingdom just as powerful and influential, the infamous Nicholas Ambrose. She, aromantic. He, cold and bitter.
 
He wanted to marry for his kingdom’s sake, whilst she had no intentions of marrying or falling in love, having seen how love destroyed the people she loved and cared about. 
 
And yet, they crossed paths. 
 
So when the two meet under such circumstances, will their love be restored? Would their spark overcome any decision of theirs they had made in the past?
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[WARNING: MATURE CONTENT]

It was merely a few seconds later before Nicholas had kissed her, lips slamming against each other as Sophia deepened the kiss, sliding her tongue inside his mouth, only making the kiss all the more passionate as the room’s temperature became scorching hot. 
 
Nicholas wrapped his muscular arm around Sophia’s waist, only successfully managing to weaken Sophia’s knees, ridding her of any other thoughts except how much she desired him at that very moment, how much she wanted him, just him.
 
The next things that were said and done seemed a huge blur as the next thing she remembered seemed to be the unbuckling of his belt, and the unbuttoning of his shirt; the unzipping of her gown - not that it was of value to either of them when they tore their clothes apart in a mad rush.
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Behold, the first of my works, the whirlwind romance novel, also known as Everlastingly Loving You. Hope you all enjoy! 
 
xoxo, EmmelineRouge 
 
P.S. The cover of this novel isn’t mine.
P.S.S. This book is on hiatus, check out 'Her Devilish Alpha' which is my current project!

Everlastingly Loving You

A kiss on the cheek. A mere kiss on the cheek was enough to send sparks flying.

Sophia rushed back to the palace, running as fast as her legs could bring her. She was drenched in rainwater, and hadn't thought to look back. Nicholas was nowhere to be seen. She hadn't even the slightest idea as to whether or not he'd made it back to the palace safely. That was the last thing on her mind.

It might've been common to others, but it was a big deal to her.

What was Nicholas thinking of it?

Did he find it weird? Strange? Unpleasant?

Did he find a kiss on the cheek inappropriate for a mere birthday present?

What'd she do when she saw him next?

"What were you doing out in the rain and why are your cheeks so red?" Clarisse asked, interrupting her current train of thought.

Sophia's cheeks turned redder. She hadn't realized she'd spaced out.

Oh, That.