2.5 Dimensional Seduction Who Does He End Up With Novels & Stories

He asked admiring her skin. She blushes. " Can we go now Mr stranger" she tries to get down from the hospital bed but slipped almost falling but Spencer was quick to grab her making the two of them fall on the bed with Spencer on top. Both of them leaning all so slowly, what the two of them are feeling now what was it? No answer but they knew what they both wanted. _______________

she turned back to Darya only to see Kostas snake his hand around Darya’s neck and pull her to him. She looked back to Dimi to see Miklos kissing her and edging her towards the stairs to his office. If she ended up in the office, she was going to be practicing baby making. Shit! She went to Darya and grabbed her hand, “we need to get Dimi now.” Darya looked to her in confusion as if she’d completely forgotten she was there. The woman shook her head at her. “What?” “Dimi is getting seduced by the enemy!” She watched Darya’s panic as she realized what she was saying and she shoved Kostas away from her.

Lanie had definitely responded to him on a physical level. This offered a new option for dealing with the unsuitable girl Josh had dragged home. He might be a little rusty when it came to sex, but it wouldn’t take much to seduce Josh’s fiancée. He didn’t even have to sleep with her. All it would take was revealing her for what she really was. Not that sleeping with her would be a hardship, he conceded. She had a hot little body he could easily imagine sinking into. His cock twitched at the thought, and he shifted restlessly.

Serena’s POV We got up to his penthouse through the elevator. This stranger held me with his two hands, suspending me mid-air, kissing me from the elevator to his kitchen countertops, our lips were locked from the moment we stepped on the elevator. My clothes were taken off by this stranger in the elevator, I was completely naked, and so was he. I only had my glasses on. As he places me on the counterpoint, our lips unlock from each other, he takes off my glasses. He takes his thumb and massages my clit. My two hands rest on the countertops, my head tilted up.

The idea of participating in a swimming competition had once intrigued me, but the loss of my father led me to set aside such aspirations and hasten my journey into adulthood. I swam towards him, and he closed the distance. As we met, he halted just an inch away. His eyes gleamed with a hint of desire, focusing on my neck. A sense of satisfaction washed over me, realizing that I had successfully captivated him. That look of seduction was reserved for him alone, a privilege only he had the right to claim. “You look beautiful.” He said as he leaned in and placed kisses on my neck. I whimpered as he continued, planting kisses down my neck and behind my ears. His warm breath sent shivers down my

Celine leaned against the counter, exhausted, when Liam reached over and pulled the last muffin from the display case. “Tragic,” he said. “One slightly stale blueberry muffin, abandoned and alone.” She raised a brow. “You’re not seriously eating that.” He broke it in half and held out a piece. “Sharing food is how people fall in love in dramas, right?” Her eyes narrowed. “Careful. You sound like you watch too many.” “Guess we’re doomed, then.” The words slipped out casually, but they didn’t laugh. Not immediately. For one strange, suspended second, the air shifted between them.

Victor turned back toward the city lights of Bonifacio Global City. Strict standards were meant to produce predictable outcomes. But there was something unsettling about predictability that improved without being pushed. Something that didn’t ask for recognition. And still performed perfectly. Victor didn’t call her. He didn’t investigate further. He didn’t change anything. But for a brief moment longer than usual, he remembered the applicant who had once looked at him without awe—and then gone back to her paperwork like he was just another man in a room full of tasks. And he wondered, briefly, if that kind of discipline was as rare as he thought.

They moved together until she came apart, breathless, his name on her lips, and he followed with her name in his throat. Afterward she lay against him and the dinner simmered on the low heat and the city was dark outside and five weeks felt manageable. "Harrington will send the written submission," he said. "Let him," she said. "The sourcing holds." "Yes," he said. "It does." She pressed her lips to his chest. "Five weeks," she said. "Five weeks," he said. The dinner didn't burn. They ate it at the window with the city below and the book six weeks from the world.

That was enough to shut him up. “I got married,” I said casually, and he licked his lips, running his hands through his hair. “To who?” I closed my eyes as the name rolled off my tongue. “Isabella Kingston.” “I thought we were trying to gain access. Not get married.” I leaned back in my chair. “Getting married equates to gaining access, doesn't it?” He ran a hand through his hair again, and I could already see his front hair getting thin. “This wasn't part of the plan. You aren't infiltrating anymore. You're committing. You know that, right?”

He fucked her through two shattering orgasms before finally coming deep inside her with a guttural roar, flooding her with thick, hot cum while grinding against her cervix. Afterward, he held her close, breathing ragged, fingers gently tracing her new collar. “You’ve completely ruined me, Raven,” he whispered against her hair. “I don’t want to stop. Ever.” She smiled, curling deeper into his chest. “Good. Because I’m just getting started with you.” The seduction had succeeded. Damien Vale was no longer in control. And Raven had never been happier.