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The Dawn of Aurora Press

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last update Terakhir Diperbarui: 2025-11-02 02:49:08

The penthouse door swings shut behind me as I step out into morning light, the city pulsing underfoot, a buzzing hum that keeps pace with the fire in my chest.

Megan's perfume—spice and citrus—still clings to my skin, a afterscent of last night's crazed abandon, her cum and mine still a crawling stickiness on my thighs.

My tattered shirt lies open, the cold wind streaming across my wet-streaked chest, and I adjust my jacket, the fabric rough against the welts she inflicted upon my back.

The plan for Aurora Press buzzes in my mind, her discussion of finance and brand still ringing, but today's going to be about release, a leap into the unknown. My phone is shaking, Emily's name on the screen, and I put it down, my eyes on the university ahead.

I cruise through the streets that are ascending, the horizon sliced against the morning, and park close to the faculty building, its gray walls a cell that I have outgrown.

My office is there, filled with books and documents, the desk where I spe
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    (Lily’s POV)The car rumbles along the quiet streets. The low hum of the engine vibrates through the leather seats. City lights streak past in a blur of gold and shadow. I sit beside Victor. My body still hums from the day’s triumph. The event’s applause still echoes in my mind. The heat of his presence pulls me back to the present.The air inside carries a hint of his cologne. It is musky and warm. It intertwines with the rich leather smell. My skin prickles when his hand rests on my thigh. His fingers trace lazy circles through my dress. My pussy clenches. The memory of our hotel night flares up. The ache in my core becomes a silent demand. I shift in my seat. The fabric rubs against my sensitive skin. It teases me further.He glances at me. His eyes glint with that familiar hunger in the dark. His lips tug upward in a smirk.“You’re restless, Lily,” he says. His voice is low and rough. It makes me shiver.I nod. My breath hitches.“After today, I need you.”He chuckles. His hand sl

  • In My Professor's Arms    Quiet Corner

    The ballroom has settled into a gentler rhythm. The wild energy from earlier has faded. Now the crowd is thinning out. Glasses clink softly. Voices murmur low and easy. The air still carries the sweet trace of wine mixed with fresh flowers. Warm golden lights bathe everything in a hazy glow. The polished wood floors gleam underfoot.I stand near the edge of the room. My fingers curl around a glass of deep red wine. The rim feels cool and smooth against my lips. I take a slow sip. The rich flavor slides down my throat. It steadies the flutter in my chest. My mind drifts back to the stage. Just Lily and me up there. Our voices had blended perfectly. The applause had crashed over us like a wave. Pride swells inside me now. It mixes with a hot spark of excitement. I imagine everything we could create together. The thought makes my skin tingle.I start moving through the remaining guests. The thick carpet cushions every step of my heels. My dress whispers against my thi

  • In My Professor's Arms    Two Queens

    The hotel ballroom pulses with raw excitement. Polished wood gleams under golden chandeliers. Faint floral scents drift from the centerpieces and mingle with expensive perfume. Every chair holds a body leaning forward. Glasses clink softly. Heels tap against carpet. Whispers rise and fall like a tide. The stage waits under a single spotlight. The podium stands sleek and black. The microphone gleams silver. A low electric hum vibrates through the stand, as if the room itself is holding its breath.Victor steps into the light first. His dark hair catches the glow. His shoulders fill the tailored suit like he was born to own every inch of this stage. He taps the microphone once. A sharp squeal slices the air, then vanishes. His voice rolls out, deep and velvet-rough.“Welcome to Aurora Press’s launch event.”His gaze sweeps the crowd and lands on Lily. She sits three rows back, spine straight, chin high. Pride burns in her eyes. He lingers on her for one hear

  • In My Professor's Arms    Rivals to Co-Writers

    (Ivy’s POV)The double doors swing open. I step into the hotel ballroom. A wall of sound slams into me. Laughter mixes with the sharp clink of crystal glasses. Excited voices rise and fall like waves. The air carries the clean bite of polished wood and the sweet perfume of fresh lilies arranged in tall vases along the walls. Overhead, chandeliers spill golden light across rows of velvet chairs and the glossy stage. My stomach knots tight. I tug at the hem of my dress. The silk clings to my skin where nervous sweat has already started to bloom. I still don’t know why I let Megan talk me into this Aurora Press event. Maybe her endless texts wore me down. Maybe I was curious. Either way, standing here now, I feel like an intruder in a world that isn’t mine.I weave through the crowd. The thick carpet swallows the click of my heels. Bodies press close. Shoulders bump mine. Heat radiates off strangers. I clutch my purse against my hip. My palms are slick. Up ahead, the

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    The car rolls to a smooth stop in our driveway. The engine’s low purr fades into the hush of early morning. Outside, the air carries the crisp bite of dew mixed with faint city exhaust. My body still thrums from the hotel. A deep, raw ache pulses between my legs. Victor’s thick cock had pounded me senseless in both holes. His cum remains a sticky, warm reminder slicking my inner thighs.The leather seats creak softly as I shift. My skin feels hypersensitive against the fabric.I glance over at him. His dark hair is deliciously mussed. His strong hands grip the steering wheel. A satisfied smirk curves his full lips. The filthy symphony of the hotel suite replays in my head. Moans. Slaps. Grunts. A hot flush creeps up my neck. Exhaustion tugs at me hard. I crave the normalcy of home with him.We step inside our place. The familiar scent wraps around me like a soft blanket. Wood polish blends with the lingering hint of his cologne. My legs wobble as I kick off my shoes

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