Da_Rose

SLOW BURN

Love is a searing trail she's afraid to follow.
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Evelina Wilson was sure of everything she wanted in life, and finding love didn't make the list.

She has been scorched and scarred too much, she had shut her heart against it and and any form of its fantasies — atleast so she thought till she met him, Pete Hudson, her 'dare kiss'.


All it took was one dare to kiss the lips of a stranger at the bachelorette party she had been forced to attend, to be exposed to a world of unending temptations.

She wants to stay away from him, but he has her in a snare.

How far can she fight off her temptations, before she gives in to the fantasies she's scared of? 

What would it take for her to heal and how long will he wait?



EXCERPT 
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Alexandra and Christopher.

Christopher caught the glint of excitement and expectations in her eyes. "I still think you're a very foolish girl to want this..want me." He told her, and Alexa daringly tipped her chin at him.

"Why? Because you think you're going to hurt me?"

"No, silly girl, because I will do more than hurt you. I'm not a good man for you, and you deserve better. Far better than me. And while I'd hate to have someone touch your lips again," he grazed his thumb against her soft lips. "it's a truth that has to be told."

Unaware of herself, Alexa inched closer to him as if spirited by something unknown. Her face lifted to his till he felt her minty breath on his chin and her fingers brushing against it.

"I do not doubt there's better out there for me, Christopher—" She muttered, and his brows twitched before narrowing to a knot.

"Yes, there a few men out there who'd care about me and my feelings more than you'd ever be capable of. Of course, they're smarter, more handsome —"

"Thread with caution, Alexa," He darkly drawled, and Alexa held back the smile about to spread across her face.

She continued. "Yes, there is a line of perfect men out there, maybe a short one, because I doubt such precious jewels would be abundant. They have to be rare."

"Alexandra!"

"But despite this possibility of good men being out there, I still want you, Christopher. Yes, you'll burn me, but I've had my battle scars already. If this will be my end, then I pick you to be the fire that ruins me because I'll have it no other way."

"Alexandra," He husked, breathing out her name as her dainty hands cupped his face and pulled him down till he touched her lips with his one more time.

"And just so you know, you're not safe from me because I'll hurt you too, as that is all I've ever known, Christopher. I'll take from you till there's nothing left of you take." She said, trying her best to use the very words he had said to her over that kitchen island a few days ago.

While her voice lacked the vigor he had possessed when he said those words to her, she meant every word of it.

They both wanted each other, so they would take whatever they could from the other.

She inched closer, and Christopher let her do as she pleased with him. She teased him with her not-so-naive lips, and he groaned.

He gripped his hand around hers when she broke the kiss and tried to pull away. He tried controlling his strength as he roughly pulled her back, slamming her slender body against his.

"I'm going to brand you mine. All mine, Alexandra. And I want you to remember it was you who wanted this. You." He told her as if wanting to drill the words into her skull, so she would never forget.

"Alexandra?" He called when she stared silently at him.

Nodding, she agreed. "I won't forget."




A steady romance with a lot of sweetness.

NOTE: I WRITE SLOW BURN.

Temptations Of Love

Alexa looked out to the vast open sky as they stood at the edge of the craggy clifftop, the cold wind in her face, as they were surrounded by an unexpected raree-show of colours.

There was a surprising and captivating world of wild flowers shooting out of crevices. Bellflowers and lupine revealing an upright purple that matched the gradually changing sky. Artic gentian and Alpine poppy, painting vibrant strokes of yellow and white against the ruggedy canvas.

From there it was the Atlantic, blue and wild and beautiful. It's clapping roar against the hills and rocks vibrated through the air, carrying with a calming effect. But none of these could take her mind away from the conversation they'd been having.

Confession