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She needed to bridge the gap between the written word and her own body. With trembling fingers, Pinky slowly closed the diary, treating it as if it were a sacred offering. She held it there for a moment, letting the scent of old paper and unknown secrets fill her nose, grounding her. Then, with deliberate, agonising slowness, she began to lower her hands to her own body.

Using the rush, the surge of my cum and the break of that final barrier, to ride us through an exotic new sky… Even if I can sense her limit, it doesn’t mean I can stop myself. Doesn’t mean I’ll listen until she accepts no one can have her. No one can touch her. No one can do what I can… “I can’t….” Ayame pleads. Something I’ve heard before, and that’s never felt so visceral or victorious as it does in the moment. With the yips of her jolting in the involuntary aftershocks from absolute culmination. The kind that make her so sensitive all it takes is a thought to set off a new set of chained orgasms.

Amaya –Point Of View. I stood at the edge of the cliff, the wind biting at my skin with two choices echoing in my head: Jump into the water or turn back to the hell I knew. If I survive, maybe I could finally put an end to my suffering. If I didn’t survive at least my suffering would end either way. Just like every other time, I tried to escape my miserable life in the New Moon Pack, but today I was determined not to get caught. If they dragged me back, I feared I would never see the sunlight again.

This is entirely different from the shy girl I expected to see and I love it. For the rest of the night, the room was filled with her soft and gentle screams as I fucked her so good. I only spared her a few minutes rest between rounds as we went from orgasm to orgasm. Honestly, the girl is the real definition of don't judge a book by its cover because she took everything so well, as if she had practiced so long for it. ******* AMELIA'S POV

"Amary is a mind reader and can plant thoughts on your head remember? She was powerful too and was able to make Amary believe that they were on the same side. Soon, she started to infiltrate Amary's mind, trying to access all her knowledge. Amary figured it out and found a way to block her out. Instead, she poured all her knowledge into the book in your hands. She wrote it in codes only her knew so that no one could access it." Ivy looked at the book in her hand. "So, this book contains Amary's unearthly wisdom? I don't think I want to have such information." "She trusts you. That's the only reason she'd give you this book. She's wise you know, beyond her present time. She must have seen int

[the last chapter with Flashback Continued] :- AARYA looked straight at her. Her face became red like an apple for running too fast. Her big round eyes were just like sweet black grapes in autumn. Rays of warm spring sunshine illuminated her body gently, adding to her radiant beauty. That moment Aarya lost himself. But at this sudden moment, Mohini started to whimper softly. She pursed her lips, not wanting to make a sound. Aarya looked surprisingly at her. He forwarded his hand to help her but she didn't hold his hand.

"What about you? Do you like it too?" Amy laughed and said, "What they wrote is very good." "I seem to like it. Show me the book tomorrow." "Huh?" Amy looked silly. "You don't like this kind of thing." "I want to see what kind of man you like." Amy blushed, "No book, I read it online." "Then you can give it to me online." "What's nice about it? It's not good at all. It's disgusting and... disgusting." "Oh?" "The heroine is always whimpering, whimpering, I had goose bumps, I don't read, you don't read it either."

-Attack! Amy didn't expect that this woman, who didn't even know her, would attack her at the first look, after all she didn't even know that Amy was the future Guardian. But when Amy looked into her eyes, the aura she saw crossing her body was so dense and dark that not even the sun itself could pass through it, and now she understood when they said that shamans were evil in its raw form.

Pathetic little omega, always trying so hard to prove she's a strong wolf who belongs at an Alpha's side. Amy’s lips curve into a sweet smile as she leans forward. “Ivy, let me hand you the chili oil,” she offers softly, voice full of concern. “You’re doing amazing.” Ivy hesitates but nods. As she reaches for the tall, elegant bottle of expensive infused chili oil, Amy makes her move. She shifts her weight on the bench as if trying to stand and help, “accidentally” catching her crutch on the edge of the table. The crutch slips and Amy lets out a sharp cry as she lurches forward.

Looking good tonight would give her ego a boost if nothing else. Aiden was home promptly at six. Amaya was curled up on the sofa, flipping through the coffee table book by an extremely popular photographer, which she had just purchased on her afternoon excursion. He was a wildlife photographer but his subject matter this time round was a lot closer to home. His latest anthology, entitled "Man's Best Friend" was all about dogs. Amaya, being a huge sucker for dogs, hadn't thought twice before buying the book.