LOGINMy body felt boneless as I slumped against Kai’s chest on the couch, his cock still buried deep inside me, softening slowly while his cum leaked out around our joined bodies. My thighs trembled from the effort of riding him, my voice hoarse from screaming his name. I could barely lift my head, but he wasn’t done. Not even close. He kissed my damp forehead, then gripped my chin, forcing my gaze to his. Those dark eyes burned with unrelenting hunger. “You think that was enough?” he murmured, voice low and dangerous. “I’ve waited months for this, Elara. Tonight you’re going to take everything I give you.” Before I could respond, he lifted me off his lap, his cum dripping down my legs as he stood. I swayed on my heels, but he steadied me with strong hands on my waist. He stripped the rest of my clothes off efficiently, leaving me completely naked except for my black stilettos. The cool office air kissed my overheated skin, making my nipples tighten into hard peaks. “Leave the shoes on
My legs were still shaking as Kai slowly pulled out of me. I felt the warm rush of his cum trickle down my inner thigh, and the realization that I was standing in his office with my skirt bunched around my waist, blouse half-unbuttoned, blindfold now dangling from his fingers, hit me like a second wave of heat. My cheek and breasts were still pressed to the cool glass, nipples aching from the friction. I couldn’t look him in the eye yet, not after the way I’d screamed for him. He turned me gently but firmly, his large hands steadying my hips. Those dark eyes scanned my flushed face, my swollen lips, the mess between my legs. A slow, satisfied smirk curved his mouth. “Messy girl,” he murmured, voice rough with lingering lust. He reached down and gathered some of his cum that had escaped with two fingers, then brought them to my lips. “Open.” I hesitated only a second before parting my lips. He pushed his fingers inside, letting me taste the salty, musky blend of us. I sucked obedien
The silk of his tie was still warm from his neck as he knotted it firmly over my eyes, plunging the world into velvet darkness. My back pressed against the cool expanse of the floor-to-ceiling window in his corner office, the city lights of Chicago glittering far below like scattered diamonds. My heart hammered so hard I could feel it in my throat. We were forty-three floors up, and anyone with binoculars or a drone could be watching. Or so I thought. “Kai,” I whispered, my voice already shaking. “Someone might—” His mouth crashed down on mine before I could finish, the taste of him flooded my senses. One large hand pinned my wrists above my head against the glass while the other shoved my pencil skirt up around my waist in one rough motion. Cool air kissed my bare thighs and the soaked lace of my thong. “You talk too much when you’re nervous, Elara,” he growled against my lips. His fingers hooked into the delicate fabric and ripped it aside, not bothering to take it off. “Tonight
I came down slowly, trembling, my thighs still clamped around Rivka’s head. She didn’t pull away. She kept licking me through the aftershocks in gentle, lazy strokes that made my oversensitive clit twitch and my breath hitch in tiny, broken moans. “Fuck… Rivka…” I gasped, trying to close my legs. She held them open with strong hands, pressing a soft kiss to my mound before lifting her head. Her mouth and chin glistened. The firelight painted her flushed and wild. “Don’t you dare hide from me now,” she murmured, voice husky. “You taste too good. Sweet and desperate. I could stay right here all night.” I whimpered at her words, a fresh wave of heat rolling through me even though I’d just shattered. She crawled up my body, kissing my soft belly, the undersides of my breasts, my collarbone, until her weight settled over me again. Her clothes were still on, rough wool and thermal fabric against my bare skin. The contrast made me shiver. “You’re shaking again,” she teased, nipping my j
Sylvaine’s POV I cursed under my breath as I shoved another log into the wood stove, my fingers already numb. The rental listing said “rustic charm.” It forgot to mention “no insulation” and “Wi-Fi is a myth.” A knock rattled the door before I could light the match. I wasn’t expecting anyone. The ferry had dropped me off hours ago, and the only other human I’d seen was the taciturn dock keeper who grunted directions. I opened the door a little, wind slapped my face, and behind it stood a woman holding a crate of firewood, snow clinging to her eyelashes and her dark curls. “You the American?” she asked. Her accent was thick, she was probably an islander. She didn’t wait for an answer. “Tormod said you’d freeze. He sent wood. And this.” She shouldered past me and set the crate down, then pulled a thermos from her coat. “Kaafi. It’s strong, you’ll need it.” I closed the door against the gale. “Thanks. I’m Sylvaine.” “Rivka.” She shrugged off her coat. She was broad-shouldered
The smell of coffee and eggs filled Daniel’s small kitchen. I sat at the table wearing one of his old t-shirts that was too big on me, my hair still messy from sleep and sex. Daniel stood by the stove in just his boxers, flipping eggs like it was the most normal thing in the world. He glanced over his shoulder and smiled when he caught me staring. “You look good in my shirt,” he said, voice warm. I felt my face heat up. “Thanks. Smells good over there.” He plated the food and brought it to the table, then sat across from me. We ate in comfortable silence for a bit, but I could feel the question hanging between us. “So…” I started, pushing my eggs around. “Last night… and this morning. Was that just a one-time thing or…?” Daniel put his fork down and looked at me seriously. “I don’t want it to be one-time. If you’re cool with that.” Relief washed over me, I nodded quickly. “I’m definitely cool with that.” He reached across the table and squeezed my hand. “Good. Because I’ve bee
The bass from the main floor pulsed through the walls of the back room like a living thing. I had come to Club Eclipse alone because the apps felt empty and the usual bars were too loud for what I really wanted tonight. The flyer behind the bar had caught my eye: “Midnight Masked Play – Open Doors
I woke to thunder rattling the cabin windows and Jordan’s mouth already between my legs.No preamble, no gentle kisses trailing down my stomach—just her tongue flat and hot, licking one long, slow stripe up my slit like she’d been starving for it all night.My back bowed off the mattress. A choked
The storm had finally quieted to a low, steady drizzle by late afternoon, but the cabin still felt charged—like the air itself was holding its breath, waiting for us to start again.We hadn’t left the bedroom all day except to grab water and a half-eaten bowl of fruit. My thighs were sticky, my lip
The cuffs were soft against my wrists but firm enough that every small tug reminded me I couldn’t go anywhere. Russ had left me spread on the bench for a long minute—long enough for the cool air to kiss the wetness between my thighs, long enough for my breathing to slow from frantic gasps to deep,







