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The sight of her full lips stretched around my thickness was filthy and perfect. “Deeper,” I growled, grabbing a fistful of her hair gently but firmly. She moaned loudly around my dick, the vibrations shooting pleasure up my spine, and pushed further. I felt my cock hit the back of her throat. Elena gagged but kept going, forcing more of me down her tight, squeezing throat. Thick spit drooled from the corners of her mouth, running down her chin and dripping onto her heavy tits, making them shiny and wet. She looked like a complete, sloppy mess. She had tears forming in her eyes, her cheeks was hollowed, but she kept sucking like she couldn’t get enough.

“Lana is not going to die, Apolliana. You need to sort yourself out, but I won’t let you hurt her.” Apolliana growls as she cuts into his skin, “I should have loved a thunderbird instead; At least when spring comes, they roar back again. I shut my eyes, and all the world drops dead. (I think I made you up inside my head.)” Lucifer’s lips tighten with fury, but he manages to restrain himself as he gazes into our eyes and mutters. “Lana, I know you’re in there, luv. Please come out…please,” his voice grows husky, “…please come back to me, luv.”

Only my upper body still looked mostly human. The need between my legs grew unbearable. I rocked against Damien shamelessly, rubbing my slick pussy along his thick shaft. "Stop talking and fuck me," I begged, my new fangs flashing. "I do not care about curses or prophecies right now. I just need my Alpha inside me." Damien groaned, his control hanging by a thread. He adjusted me in his arms and pushed the head of his cock against my entrance. The thick tip stretched me open, teasing me with what I craved most.

Maybe her cold will vanish, maybe it will relieve her stress from the week, or maybe this will be her best fuck ever, and there will be no coming back from it. She had everything replayed nicely as she had conjured it in her mind. Her moans, screams, the movement of the cable car with every glide in from the back… she snapped back. His eyes are squinted slightly, his jaw clenched, brows slightly furrowed, and he looks like a predator ready to devour his prey, but Aria is not sure what hunger lingers in his eyes and what kind of dark desires are behind them.

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It has some stains here and there making it look even worse than it originally was. “All for the money Sof.” I turn back to Derek and nudge him on the shoulder. “Don’t give me that look. Frowns and ice cream don’t go together.” Derek’s face instantly lightens up. “You bought ice cream??” he questions with widened eyes. “Yes but you’ll get yours when we get home,” I reply, patting him on the head. I dig my hand into my shoulder bag and pull out a black nylon bag. “This is for Scott. They didn’t have his favorite, so I got him vanilla.” I hand the bag over to Sofia.

To make me beg for more. Two of his fingers part the slick skin guarding my pussy, and slowly ease a thick finger inside of me. With his finger inside of me, curling and thrusting, and his thumb twirling and rubbing my clit, every part of my body burns and screams in heaven. He leans down so that his lips graze my ear. “Don't moan, Alena. Don't fucking give in." He taunts. He smiles against my skin, biting my ear gently. Fuck! He knows what he is doing.

Azrael. Towering. Horned. Skin like polished obsidian that seemed to absorb the light. His eyes glowed molten gold as they locked onto me. Muscles rippled across his massive chest and arms. And between his powerful thighs hung the most terrifying, beautiful cock I had ever seen. Thick as my wrist, ridged, already leaking glowing precum that smelled like sin and dark honey. My mouth went dry. My pussy clenched hard. “What have we here?” His voice rolled like thunder wrapped in silky velvet. “A little mortal witch playing with forces she cannot control.”

"You are sweating as well." I stepped back instinctively, swallowing hard. "I... I am sorry. I was thinking about something else!" He sighed sharply. "You scared me." I scared him? The Lycan General? "What's wrong?" he asked softly. "Are you feeling uncomfortable? Have your blood sugar dropped again?" He sounded concerned before he walked straight to the refrigerator. "No. I am alright. It's just—" I froze, my words remaining in my mouth when I saw it. Levante opened the last drawer of the refrigerator, exposing a variety of desserts and candies there, along with some healing potions and the potions made of Whisper Moss, Moon Tears, and Sun-Drop Lily.

It would not taint my soul. I stopped in front of him, and his hand raised, finger pointing as it slowly moved toward my face and into my forehead. I felt a jolt of electricity at the contact, but I felt nothing more. Alastor stayed there for many seconds before my face warped into a scowl, and I moved back. “Enough…” I said loudly and raised the barrier around me again. “You’re fucking fast, witch.” “You’re too slow for a demon,” I mocked him as I moved back to where I was.