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Give Me A Taste…

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last update آخر تحديث: 2026-02-24 00:01:00

Rain.

That seems to do it for Rhysand. His hands cup my ass, lifting me off my feet with an ease that sends a thrill racing through me.

But his kiss is slow, as if he’s exploring my mouth for the first time, savoring every brush of our lips and I get lost in it. Slipping out his tongue, he runs it over my bottom lip, and my lips part for him without hesitation, tasting him.

Rhysand tastes like bourbon mixed something delicious I can’t
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  • Crave Me; Big Brother   A Rage Psycho…

    Rain. “You…” Emma’s voice is a low hiss, her eyes hardening with a cold fury. “What the fuck are you doing here, Rhysand?” She pushes back from the table, her chair screeching. She stands tall, shaking with the kind of protective adrenaline that usually ends up with her in a fight. I reach out and catch her wrist to stop her. “That won’t be necessary, Em,” I say and look directly at Rhysand, whose presence is so massive it seems to swallow the golden light of the restaurant. “I’m calling security.” Rhysand doesn’t flinch. He doesn’t even look at Emma. His eyes are fixed on me, dark and swirling with a rage that makes my skin crawl. He takes a slow, predatory step forward. “Really, Rain? Security?” He chuckles darkly, the sound vibrating in his chest. “After everything, you’re going to treat me like a common intruder?” The air in the room suddenly feels thick, like I’m breathing underwater. Looking at him now, I feel a sickening sense of déjà vu, like I’m watching a

  • Crave Me; Big Brother   A Dangerous Feeling…

    Rain. The car ride to the restaurant is somewhat fun. Truly, I have to give the man credit for his effortless charm and disarming jokes that make us laugh in the few minutes it takes to get there. Emma had picked it out on a daring whim and he hadn’t batted an eyelash when he told us to get in his car. Caiden drives carefully, weaving through traffic and rain-slicked streets before pulling up at the decorated entrance of the restaurant in a part of the city I’ve never visited. Emma, who is sitting in the passenger seat as the birthday girl, gapes in shock at the classy restaurant. “We’re really at the Le Rosa,” she whispers. "Rain, this place has a six-month waiting list. You have to be a literal saint or a senator to get a table here." "I happen to know the owner," Caiden says simply, the corner of his mouth hitching up as he steps out and rounds the car. He helps Emma out first, who takes his hand like she’s being escorted to a royal ball, before opening the backsea

  • Crave Me; Big Brother   New Distractions…

    Rain. “I do think there’s something better we can do,” I say, pushing a cart behind Emma who is checking out the various sized dildos in the racks. We’re back in this stupid sex store and I much rather be anywhere else. “I told you my old ones don’t do it for me anymore. And what better birthday gift can you give me than a 12 inch purple dick that I can split myself on.” “Jesus, Em.” “What? You’re the one who forgot my birthday, getting her cheeks clapped by Rhysand.” “Come on, I’m sorry.” She spins to me, her face growing serious. “I thought you were done with them.” “I am,” I say tightly. “For real this time.” She sighs like she doesn’t believe me. “I’m just glad we’re done with Colt, at least,” she adds before letting the matter rest. Turning, she grabs a scary looking dildo and holds it close to her head. The rubber monstrosity is bigger than her head. “Yes?” “No,” I choke out, stifling a laugh. “Do you have a death wish?” Emma laughs, putting it ba

  • Crave Me; Big Brother   My Competition…

    Rhysand. Rain’s words echo in my head as she turns and starts walking away. “I can never love you so you better get that through your thick head!” It hurts more than anything. Even more than the time she called me a fucking monster. She can never love me? What did she call what we did last night then? Why is she doing this to me? I feel myself getting angrier the more her words echo in my head that I almost miss her voice. “Caiden?” And the name rings in my head so loud that it drowns everything else. Of course all her bullshit excuses revolves around a new guy. Another one to treat her like trash so she can run back to me when she’s broken. Good old Rhysand to pick up the fucking pieces. Hot blood roars in my veins as I follow her out of the kitchen to the living room. I reach her and grab the phone from her ear, ending the call and holding back from smashing the phone. “Hey, what the fuck is wrong with you?” “Who’s Caiden?” I demand, squeezing the phone s

  • Crave Me; Big Brother   Ruin Us…

    Rain. Trembling from the crashing high, my thighs clamping around Rhysand’s head, but he doesn’t stop licking me through it until I take my mouth off his cock to scream. And the asshole chuckles, withdrawing his tongue. Before I can recover enough to put my mouth back on, Rhysand pulls me off him firmly. “No,” he pants, his voice strained. “I need to be inside you right fucking now.” He sits up quickly, sitting me on his lap, our bodies slick with sweat. He guides me with one hand on my hip to his ready cock and lowers me slowly onto him, inch by torturous inch. “Fuck…” I moan as he stretches my walls, so full, deep and perfect that I cry out in ecstasy. My head tips forward to rest my forehead against his as I catch my breath. This thing between us has never felt this way before, so fucking complete, that our heartbeat pounds in rhythm. And I’m greedy for more, not w

  • Crave Me; Big Brother   Give Me A Taste…

    Rain. That seems to do it for Rhysand. His hands cup my ass, lifting me off my feet with an ease that sends a thrill racing through me. But his kiss is slow, as if he’s exploring my mouth for the first time, savoring every brush of our lips and I get lost in it. Slipping out his tongue, he runs it over my bottom lip, and my lips part for him without hesitation, tasting him. Rhysand tastes like bourbon mixed something delicious I can’t help moaning against his mouth as it floods my senses. Wrapping my arms around his neck, my fingers thread into his dark hair, pulling him closer as our tongues clash and sends jolts up my spine. He carries me to the bed, never breaking the kiss. When we reach the edge, he lowers us both down gently, his body settling first. I find myself straddling him, my thighs on either side of his hips, his oversized shirt on my body riding up slightly. Breaking the

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