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Book 2 of the ‘Edward in Love’ In Love Saga

It had been over five years since Ethan Jackson and Demyan Chernyshevsky-Coleman had broken up. Five years of avoiding family gatherings, awkward greetings and longing glances from across the room.

For both they had tried to move on. To forget their first true loves and try to make a name from themselves from their family’s glory. 

For Demyan who constantly had to live up to both his fathers’; Edward and Vasili, success he found it difficult to shake off his past when eyes were constantly on him. To forget the man he had once fallen so deeply in love with that it had consumed him for almost a decade but found it near to impossible. 

For Ethan who constantly worked hard to prove he belonged into a family whose name was a household brand, he often found himself drowning into the voices of those who believed he belonged nowhere near the successful family. His decisions had ruined his chances with the only boy he had ever loved and even though it was almost a decade later he found it difficult to forget. 
Now as the ex-couple face each other again, will their love prevail or will new love conquests stop them in their path? 

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Please beautiful readers read Book 1 and it’s side story, Edward in Love, to better understand Book 2 of the ‘In Love Saga’. Hope you Enjoy!

Ethan In Love

Demyan laid sprawled out on my chest as I gently traced his spine with my fingertips. Our legs were tangled together as I covered our bodies with a blanket. The outside cold seeped into the garage but both our bodies were so hot it barely affected us.

"That was amazing," he softly smiled once his breathing had died down. He pressed a gentle kiss to my chest before he looked up. "You're amazing."

Pride filled my chest as I captured the side of his face with my hand and kissed him until I was not sure which was left or right and up or down. He moved over me, his legs straddling me before he led me into him again. He rode me slowly, deliciously and milked every second.

Our moans and his low screams had to be kept between us in fear someone might hear what we were up to. We lasted for hours on end until I was sure midnight had long passed.

"We should probably get back," I yawned as exhaustion had a tight grip onto me.

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