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“Oh, come on. Where’s the fun in that? Don’t you think there would be a bit of a thrill in the chase? I can see it already. The sneaking around, the secret touches, the longing glances exchanged across the room.” “Across the room? See, you already sound interested. Why don’t you go and get her? You’re talking about yourself here, not me. Why don’t you take your own advice and dip your toes into the forbidden springs? I’ll stay here, I’m more than happy with what I’m doing.” Devin looked down at the pig I had successfully emptied out. His face turning green, he covered his mouth and shook his head. “Being the Goddess-given friend that I am, I thought I would offer her to you first,” Devin sai

“I’m just going to change the sheets on the bed, and then I’ll help you get into bed.” “Alright, bro,” Devo responded, still holding down the couch. I know it’s kind of evil, but if Bryanna is trying to pull a fast one and sneaks into my bedroom to do something, she’s going to get a shock. It’s not my fault if Bryanna puts the moves on Devo and doesn’t check who she’s actually sleeping with. Granted, Devo has the same build as me. We’re the same height, weight, hair color, and muscular build.

“I’m not the same person, Devia. I want to change. Last night… I realized I can’t live without—” “Enough!” Devia’s shout echoed through the lobby. Her voice trembled, but it was steady enough to silence him completely. “Don’t repeat those cheap lines. You’re only good with words. You say you can’t live without me, but when I’m there, you humiliate me. You reject my presence. You even…” Her lips quivered, pain flashing in her eyes, “…flaunt another woman in front of me.”

I was screaming his name, moaning like a wanton lady until Devin was making me climb that high again. Devin growled in my ears, I felt him lift me off of my feet and threw me on the bed. Before I had time to react, he kneeled in front of me and buried his face between my legs. “Oh my god, Devin!” I screamed - literally - feeling his skillful tongue devour me. Two of his thick digits inside me, and right when I was about to come, Devin stopped, smirking at me while he sucked on his fingers. “Devin-”

deveradev_: Okay, Thank you! I watched a movie on n*****x first because I have nothing else to do. At eight o'clock I took a bath because it took me a while to get ready. When I finished, I dried my hair first and then I changed my clothes. I don't know what kind of birthday it was so I'm just wearing white lace bra and brown pants and I paired it with black coat, I just put a minimal make up dbecause it will also peel off if I last longer at the party.

Devilio smiled at the kind of woman Kayola is; one who cannot be satisfied with his fingers or with his mouth, this kind of woman needs to be fucked hard and put away wet. “No, sweetheart, we are just starting,” he says and she smiles. She spreads her leg in invitation and wraps her long, shapely legs around his waist, but it looks like Devilio has other plans. He pulls her to himself and they both kneel on the large bed, discovering each other’s mouths while exploring their bodies. Without warning, Devilio pulls away from her and sharply turns her so that she is backing him. Next, he bends her back so that her round buttocks are up in the air, ready for him.

He pointed towards the ward down the hallway. Nikolai watched me, waiting for a reaction. I froze and tried to remember where the name came from. My mind went back to days before my wedding. The music at the club was loud. The DJ played with energetic vibes. The bartender mixed two different drinks and slid them towards us. My fingers tightened around the glass as I took a slow sip. Polina's phone vibrated on the table, the screen displayed “Babe.” She didn't hesitate to swipe right and walked toward the exit.

This is forever. “Here lies Lucian D’Argento—devil to the world, but a man who loved enough to conquer death.” [TOPE]

Avery’s eyes burned as she crushed one of the notes into a ball. “He’s officially the worst human alive. He actually typed that garbage out himself? You’re sure?” I nodded weakly. “He said he wrote every word.” Avery spat the words through clenched teeth. “Unbelievable. Fvcking bastard. He’s not even human. He’s worse than the devil.”

“Return to the world of men. Forget the blood. Forget the beast.” I reached for the obsidian stone. It was burning against my skin, but I didn’t pull away. I closed my eyes and stopped fighting the images. Instead, I dove into them. I didn’t look at the cellar as a prison; I looked at it as the place where I first felt the spark of the Devil. I didn’t look at the silver as pain; I looked at it as the price I paid to save my mate. I found the memory of Girard’s touch in the study—the way his hands had claimed me, the way his soul had recognized mine before his mind even knew my name.