He made her a promise but couldn’t keep it.
She waited for him, not knowing if he’d ever return.
Raul is back after thirteen years. A series of unfortunate events had spurred his departure from home, and he left behind not just painful memories but his childhood sweetheart, too.
Anya didn’t know why Raul abandoned her when he’d promised to protect her all his life. But now he is back, and she hopes to rekindle the love they had once shared.
But their traumatic past hangs between them, threatening to tear them apart once more. Raul is afraid to love again, believing that he is a damaged man, unworthy of Anya. Yet, she holds onto the hope that her love can heal him.
Two lovers separated by fate, now have a second chance at love. Will they brave the odds against them and choose love?
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“Are you scared, Anya?”
She bit her lip as heat stung her cheeks. “A little,” she admitted in a soft voice.
“Don’t be,” he assured her. “Tonight, you will tell me what you want and I will try to fulfil every desire of yours.”
Her eyes widened. “But I don’t…know how to…” She wringed her hands, overwhelmed by the fact that she was finally going to make love. “I’ve not done this before, Raul,” she confessed with a blush.
“I know.” He’d assumed as much since he knew she hadn’t been in any relationship since they had parted. “Tell me what you want me to do.”
Anya pondered the question. There were so many things she wanted to experience. His kisses, his touches… his possession. But she was too embarrassed to voice her salacious desires, so she decided to start with a kiss.
“Will you kiss me?” Anya raised her eyes and was immediately caught in the web of his molten gaze.
“Where do you want me to kiss you?” His question was a growl which sent heat careening through her body.
“On the lips, for a start.”
Grey eyes locked with hers as flames leapt in the glassy depths. Raul leaned in closer, his heat enveloping her, the scent of his skin filling her nostrils, making her dizzy. His head lowered, just as his hands came up to cup her face. Tilting her head, he covered her lips with his.
Her eyes fluttered closed, a sigh escaping her when his lips moved over hers, lazily—teasing her. Teasing her like they had all the time in the world. As if their bodies weren’t a writhing mess of frustrated need.
Anya mewled when he kept teasing her lips, not quite sliding his tongue into her mouth like she desired. She tried to slip her tongue past his lips, but he refused her entry. She whimpered in protest, pushing her tongue hungrily against his lips.
“Kiss me properly, Raul.”
