Dangerous Allure (The Misfit Cabaret #3) Read Online Aria Cole

Categories Genre: Alpha Male Tags Authors: Series: The Misfit Cabaret Series by Aria Cole
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Total pages in book: 23
Estimated words: 20554 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 103(@200wpm)___ 82(@250wpm)___ 69(@300wpm)
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“Marcus, I need to understand…” I say, my voice steady despite the turmoil inside. “What exactly are the dangers involved with the artifact you’re searching for? And what do you expect from me?”

He leans forward, his eyes intense and sincere. “Clara, I’ll never lie to you. There are risks, significant ones. The artifact is powerful, maybe even dangerous. It could attract unwanted attention from others who seek its power. And the process of finding and unlocking it might be... challenging.”

His words hang in the air, heavy and foreboding. I feel a shiver run down my spine, but I don’t look away. “And what about us?” I ask, my voice barely above a whisper. “What does this mean for us?”

Marcus reaches out, taking my hands in his. His touch is warm, grounding me in the midst of my swirling thoughts. “Clara, I promise you, I will do everything in my power to protect you. But I can’t deny the risks. This search will test us, push us to our limits. But I believe that together, with our combined abilities, we can face whatever comes our way.”

His sincerity is undeniable. I can sense the depth of his feelings, the genuine need for redemption that drives him. It resonates with something deep inside me, a part of me that longs to help him, to be part of something greater.

We sit in silence for a moment, the weight of our new connection settling over us. The unease in the air eases slightly, replaced by a sense of resolution. Our partnership is solidified, but the path ahead is fraught with uncertainty. Does he want me to live here? With him? Forever? Is this the life I want? I think for the first time that I’ve never really known what I wanted for the future, but right now I’m sure of one thing: I want him in it.

Marcus’s eyes soften as he looks at me, a profound connection sparking between us. “Clara, I...”

Before he can finish, I lean in, pressing my lips to his. His arms wrap around me, pulling me closer, deepening the kiss. It’s as if the world outside the caravan ceases to exist, leaving just the two of us in this intimate bubble.

My hands explore his back, feeling the muscles tense under my touch. His fingers weave into my hair, sending shivers down my spine. The kiss grows more urgent, more intense, as we lose ourselves in each other. I feel heat building inside me again, a burning desire that demands to be satisfied.

“Clara,” Marcus murmurs against my lips, his voice husky with need. “Are you sure about this–about us? I need you to be as sure as I am about what this means.”

I pull back slightly, meeting his gaze. “I’ve never been more sure of anything,” I reply, my voice breathless but resolute.

He lifts me effortlessly, laying me back on the bed. The caravan’s shadows seem to draw closer as he lays me down gently, his eyes never leaving mine. The intensity in his gaze sends a thrill through me, a promise of what’s to come.

Marcus’s hands begin to explore my body again, his touch gentle yet insistent. With him, I feel exposed, vulnerable, but also incredibly alive. Marcus pauses, his eyes filled with a mix of desire and tenderness. “Clara, you’re so beautiful,” he whispers, his voice thick with emotion. “I don’t know what I did to deserve a woman as good and pure of heart as you.”

I reach up, pulling him down to me.

“Make love to me again, Marcus,” I say, my voice a blend of urgency and longing.

He kisses me again, and this time it’s different. There’s a depth to it, a connection that goes beyond the physical. His hands roam my body, igniting fires wherever they touch. The sensation is overwhelming, a symphony of pleasure that crescendos with each passing second.

Marcus moves with a skill and tenderness that takes my breath away. He enters me slowly, giving me time to adjust to his size. The sensation is intense, a mix of pleasure and pain that quickly turns into pure ecstasy. Our movements synchronize, a dance of passion and desire that leaves me breathless. We’ve already made love once tonight, but I can’t get enough of him. Something tells me I’ll never get enough of this man.

The rhythm of our lovemaking builds, each thrust bringing both of us closer to the edge. I can feel his need, his desire, mirrored in my own body. We are electric, a current of energy that flows from him to me and back again. He pulls out of me, eyes hovering on mine with a look of quiet reverence.

"I want to make you feel just as happy as I do right now," I purr, letting my fingers glide over his thick cock before giving him a firm squeeze. He grunts, his hips instinctively thrusting into my hand. He's so big, so hard, with his cock angling to one side even when fully erect. Every thick, pulsing inch of him makes me ravenous, the need to taste him overwhelming.


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