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SUBMITTING TO THE ENEMY PART XVIII
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WET DREAMS:A STEAMY COMPILATION SUBMITTING TO THE ENEMY PART 22
Slowly, carefully, I wrapped my lips around him, taking just the tip into my mouth at first. My tongue circled around him, testing, tasting, and his grip in my hair tightened just a little more. I looked up at him, needing to see his face, and what I saw almost made me melt—his jaw was clenched, his eyes half closed but burning when they met mine, his chest rising and falling hard.That look made my stomach twist with heat, and I wanted to see more of it. I sucked softly, hollowing my cheeks, and slid down a little further. He hissed, his body jerking slightly, his muscles tightening.“Good girl,” he growled, his voice rough and low, vibrating through me. “Just like that.”His praise made my thighs press together, my whole body throbbing with need. I took him deeper, inch by inch, stretching my lips, my throat working around him. My hand pumped the base where my mouth couldn’t reach, and the combination made him groan louder, his head tilting back slightly as though he couldn’t take i
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He got out of the bed, and I lay there with my legs still spread, too weak and too dazed to close them. My chest rose and fell quickly, my body still buzzing from everything he had done to me. I should have looked away, should have turned my head, but I couldn’t. My eyes were glued to him, following his every move.Emiliano stood tall at the side of the bed, his broad shoulders casting a shadow under the dim golden light of the bedroom lamps. For a long moment, he didn’t move. He just stared down at me, his dark eyes burning into me, and it made my skin prickle. The silence was thick, almost suffocating, and I knew he was doing it on purpose—making me wait, making me feel small under his gaze.Then, finally, he moved. His fingers went to the first button of his shirt, and I felt my stomach tighten. He undid it slowly, then the next, and then the next, his movements unhurried, deliberate. He wanted me to watch. And I did. My eyes followed each flick of his fingers, the parting of the f
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Every kiss, every touch felt exaggerated, sharper, because he was taking his time. My skin tingled where his mouth had been, and goosebumps spread everywhere he hadn’t touched yet, like my body was waiting for him, aching for him.By the time he finally moved lower, I was already breathless, my chest heaving, my thighs pressing together instinctively as though I could ease the ache building there. But there was no escape. His mouth was still moving, slow and steady, leaving a hot trail down my stomach, and each second that passed only made the anticipation worse.When he reached my aching core, he looked up at me through his lashes, a wicked grin tugging at his lips. He leaned in and pressed the softest kiss to my clit, a featherlight touch that made my whole body jolt.“You’re so responsive,” he murmured, his breath hot against me, his eyes dark with hunger. “Every little sound, every little shiver… I feel all of it. I can’t wait to watch you break for me over and over again.”I trie
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My entire body flushed with heat at his words. My lips parted, but I hesitated, embarrassment warring with the ache that consumed me. My heart pounded so loud I thought he could hear it.But his lips pressed a lingering kiss just above my core, and the teasing made me shudder so hard that the word almost tore out of me.“Please… touch me” I breathed, the sound so faint I wasn’t even sure he’d heard me."God, you're fucking perfect," he murmured, leaning in to drag the flat of his tongue along my slit. "And you taste like heaven."I gasped at the initial contact, my fingers curling into the sheets. Emiliano took his time, savoring my essence with slow, sensual strokes. He traced every inch of my pussy, from my entrance up to my throbbing clit, as if committing it all to memory.My hips twitched as he zeroed in on a particularly sensitive spot. Emiliano chuckled, the vibrations adding to my pleasure. He circled my clit with the tip of his tongue, teasing me mercilessly."Please, Emilian
WET DREAMS:A STEAMY COMPILATION SUBMITTING TO THE ENEMY PART XVIII
I barely had time to breathe before his hands slid down, gripping the backs of my thighs firmly. My breath hitched as he pressed them open, spreading me wide for him, exposing me in a way that made heat rush up my neck and flood my cheeks. His body settled easily between mine, fitting there like he belonged, his weight grounding me and leaving me completely trapped under him.Then he lowered his head, and my entire body tensed.His lips brushed against the sensitive skin of my thigh, feather-light at first, then firmer as he kissed again, and again, and again—soft, hot kisses trailing down the length of my leg. I shuddered, my fingers curling into the sheets on either side of me, my chest rising and falling too fast.When his mouth reached my inner thigh, so close to where I ached for him, I couldn’t stop the shaky moan that slipped out. His hot breath fanned over the most private part of me, teasing me without even touching, and it drove me half mad.Before I could even find words, be
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His fingers tugged gently, but the sound of the knot loosening thundered in my ears like a gunshot. The coat fell open with a soft rustle, slipping from my shoulders and pooling at my feet.He pulled back just enough to look down at me. His eyes darkened instantly, his chest rising sharply as he sucked in a breath. His gaze lingered, slow and heavy, taking in the sight of the red lingerie clinging to my body.For a long moment, he said nothing. His jaw clenched, his hand still hovering at my waist as if he was fighting some invisible restraint. Finally, his voice came out rougher, harsher, like it had been dragged straight from his chest. “You’re going to be the death of me, little bunny.”The words rumbled out of him like a confession he hadn’t meant to speak aloud. His eyes dragged over me again, slow and deliberate, tracing every inch of the red lace hugging my body. I felt exposed under his stare, like he was peeling away more than just the fabric—I felt like he was stripping me
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