After Breaking The Mark His Desperate Chase (Sarah) novel Chapter 114

The dream. 

The dream I had woken up from seconds before. 

Another fucking dream. 

This was the seventh dream I had, except it had gotten a lot further this time. 

A dream in which I was shamelessly glued onto Raizel. A dream where I had been so bold to actually grind against him. A blush makes its ways to my face when I recall the scenarios playing in my head. The things said, the things done. Whether it was my inner desires or 

just the Raizel Effect, I wasn’t so sure. But one thing I was sure of, was that I needed to get 

an underwear ch I could still feel his hands on me, his tongue, his lips, his breath- 

everything. 

It felt so real. 

Like he was truly there holding me and pleasuring me. Like we had indulged in each other 

in the most intimate of ways. I shake my head from that daze and nearly scoff at my 

thoughts. 

Truly, I needed to get laid- 

“Must’ve been a nice dream.” 

My eyes widen, my body frozen still when his voice penetrates the silence of the room. It 

was only now that I smelt him. His intoxicating scent of musk and cologne. I swallow, 

wetting my bottom lip with the tip of my tongue as I turn in my chair. My eyes fall onto him 

standing at the door, his back pressed on the wood and his hands jammed into his dress 

pockets. 

The black dress shirt unbuttoned and neatly tucked into his pants.But I don’t have time to 

continue surveying him. He breaks the tension once again with his cutting words. 

“Do elaborate what you meant by ‘Please, Raizel‘.” 

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After Breaking The Mark: His Desperate Chase 

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He smiles when my face reddens. 

“And in full detail, of course.” 

Chapter10 terrible liar 

I shot out of my seat reflexively, staring at him with widened eyes. My heart pounds loud against my chest from excitement. The urge to smile at the sight of him was overwhelming 

but I hound it down. I don’t want to look so keen in being around him. He’d probably think 

was desperate or something. I’m almost convinced I’m still dreaming. How coincidental would it be for the man in the center of my dreams to stand right in front of me seconds 

after having one? If not for the hard thumping against my rib cage, I’d have no doubt that I 

was hallucinating. 

Adrenaline pumps through my veins at the sight of him. The thudding almost hurts but I’m too distracted to take notice or care. Any remaining sensical thoughts in my mind thrown 

out the wind 

rds, however, resonate as I looked at him. I couldn’t look away. I felt 

compelled no 

Disbelief, shock, surprise and a hint of giddiness ruptures from my stomach. All of a 

sudden, I’m too aware of everything going on. I’m aware of him. 

Raizel stands still in all his glory. The dim light illuminating his face, almost has me slipping from the situation we were in. His sudden appearance serving as a distraction from my 

unanswered questions. I ignore the stiffness of my own body, not even when I almost 

stumbled from shooting out of my seat. My hands that I hadn’t noticed clutching onto the wood, tighten around the chair. 

I couldn’t control my expressions. No matter how much I reminded myself to remain 

composed. From my eyes being as wide as saucers to my mouth parting stupidly, I look 

every bit of surprised. I’m worried he notices the glee underneath my stiffness. 

Raizel sports a knowing grin, waiting patiently as he takes even breaths in. He keeps his 

stance lazy, watching me with unbothered eyes when he draws his arms onto his chest. He 

folds his arms, his gaze never straying from me and that confident smile still plastered on his face. His alleviating aura affects mine. The initial panic in my being dissipates into thin 

air? 

“What are you doing here?” 

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