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Chapter 67 — Those Who Hunt at Night
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2026-05-21 22:36:29
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His fingers entered me — two at once, filling me, curling to touch that exact spot. His thumb kept working my clit, pressing, circling.His other hand squeezed my breast, pinching the nipple. His tail massaged my thigh. His mouth kissed my neck.It was too much. It was everything.“Are you going to come for me?” he asked, his voice hoarse and urgent. “Are you?”“Yes… yes, I am…”“Then come. Now.”The orgasm tore through me like an electric shock, and I moaned loudly, my hands gripping his arms. I felt my pussy pulse around his fingers, squeezing, releasing. The water swayed around us, waves hitting the edges of the tub.He kept touching me through the entire orgasm, prolonging it, drawing out every second of pleasure. When he finally pulled back, I was limp, melted against his chest.“That’s it.” He whispered against my temple. “That’s it, Evelyn. Perfect.”It took me a minute to catch my breath.“You said… after dinner…”“I’ll be entirely yours.” He kissed my forehead. “That was just
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“You knew there’s an absurd price difference between imported spaghetti and the national kind?” she asked, without looking up. “The imported one costs triple. It’s flour and water. Flour. And. Water.”“I’m taking you to dinner with me.”She dropped the packages of spaghetti.“What?”“Tonight. Business dinner. My father — Christopher’s father — is organizing it. I can’t miss it.” I paused. “And I don’t want to leave you alone.”She stared at me, her brown eyes wide.“You want to take me to a business dinner. With your family.”“With Christopher’s family. Which is technically my family. Yes.”“Mortyss.” She laughed, incredulous. “I don’t know how to behave at that kind of event. I don’t belong in that world.”“What world?”“The world of rich people. Of dinners in restaurants with French names. Of silverware you don’t know what to do with.”“Le Bernardin.” I supplied. “And the silverware is easy. You eat from the outside in.”“From the outside in of what?”“Of the silverware. The ones on
Spellbound by Obsession Chapter 88 — “I Won’t Disappear Again”
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“You don’t understand.” He continued. “Last night, that incubus found you. He sensed your scent, your power, and came after you. If I hadn’t arrived in time…”“But you did arrive.”“And what if next time I don’t?”His voice was different now. It wasn’t just possessiveness. It was fear. Genuine fear.“You’re attracting things, Evelyn. Your Lilim power is manifesting. You still don’t know how to control it, but you’re sending out signals. Like a beacon. Every lust demon in New York is going to sense your scent and come to investigate.”“Is this happening now?” I sat up in bed, suddenly worried.“Since I bit you. But it’s getting stronger.” He also sat up, the muscles of his abdomen contracting with the movement, and I had to look away. “Have you noticed how the customers at the club are different? More intense? More obsessed?”I remembered the man who tried to climb onto the stage. The hungry stares. The increasingly insistent offers.“I thought it was just… magnetism.”“It’s power. Raw
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