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********************************** I woke up when someone kissing me on my neck and biting me. "Hey stop that" I whispered to Genesis He stopped and stare at me. "Your so beautiful Jenny," He said and kissed me horribly. I respond to his kisses and his hand goes down to my butt and pinch it. I moaned when he did that and spanked it. My body suddenly feels so hot. I don't realize that our clothes are already gone. I want to try to blowjob him with my feet. My body feels so hot even more when I'm imagining that I'm gonna blowjob him with my feet.

Her brother, thankfully, was out with friends—some last-minute poker night. Good. She padded into the living room, heading straight for the bookshelf Adrian always hovered around. His collection was huge, but it was the bottom shelf she wanted—dark red spines, old bindings. Erotica, classic and poetic. She’d seen the way his eyes lingered on those books when he thought no one was watching. Her fingers brushed one of the worn covers: Venus in Furs. She smirked. Just as she was settling onto the couch with it—tucked into the far corner, legs curled beneath her—she heard a door open.

“You know, when I left Havenbrook the first time, I thought love was fire. Explosive. Temporary.” “And now?” “Now I know love is water. It finds every crack. It doesn’t burn—it shapes.” Adrian turned to face her, brushing a loose curl from her cheek. “You shaped me.” “You held me while I fell apart.” “You put yourself back together.” They kissed, not hungrily, but like it was the most natural thing in the world. Like breathing. ⸻ That Night In bed, wrapped in soft sheets and half-asleep limbs, Elena whispered into the dark:

HIS TOUCH, HER FIRE🔥 --- Chapter Five Something You Shouldn’t Want The wind picked up as Evelyn rode the ATV across the far fields, her fingers clenched tight on the grips, her braid snapping behind her like a whip. The Romano name was all over her brain like a stain she couldn’t scrub out. Not just Damien anymore—but all of them. Luca had sent her a link to some sleek app design mock-up “in case she ever wanted to digitize the ranch,” and Dante had casually shown up at the farmer’s co-op talking gym memberships and local partnerships like he belonged. It was calculated. It was charming. It was suffocating. But it was Damien who got under her skin the most. Always him. Always that look like

In one smooth motion he lifted me up and my legs wrapped around his waist automatically. He turned and pressed my back against the wall hard enough to knock a picture frame crooked. The new position put the hard ridge of his erection right against the place where I needed friction most and I couldn’t stop myself from grinding down against him. “Fuck,” Nathan groaned against my mouth, and the raw need in his voice sent another wave of heat through me. His hips thrust up to meet mine and the friction made stars burst behind my closed eyelids. We were still fully clothed but it felt so good I thought I might actually come just from this, just from grinding against him like teenagers.

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It’s a romance novel entitledBuilt from Stoneabout a girl who goes hiking and gets caught in a storm, only to be rescued by a rough mountain man who takes her home to his cabin where…thingshappen. Clarisse gets me books like this occasionally. I think she knows they’re more educational than enjoyable to me. Having never had a boyfriend, I’m completely ignorant of how to please a man. These books at least give me somewhat of an idea. I used to be able to picture the heroes in my mind, but ever since I met Rhett, all I see is his face.

His hand rested over my womb like both a promise and a claim. It should have terrified me. Instead, as his steady heartbeat thrummed against my back and his warm breath brushed over my nape, I found myself hoping — dangerously, foolishly, desperately hoping — that this terrifying new future might somehow be real. Baldwin pressed a soft kiss to my shoulder and tightened his hold around me. “Sleep, my perfect mate,” he murmured, voice low and full of quiet promise. As sleep began to pull me under again, cocooned in his warmth and strength, I allowed myself one final, reckless thought:

The basement was quiet except for our breathing. "Still think we're immature?" Mitch murmured. I laughed, weak and satisfied. "You're still idiots." "Your idiots," Hans corrected, and I didn't argue. My body still hummed with aftershocks, and the knowledge of what we had just done. I had just allowed my three younger sinfully loaded Stepbrothers fuck me in the best way ever. And I didn't regret any single moment of it. If anything, I wanted a second round with all three of them making love with me like I was the only person that mattered. This was definitely going to be the best thanksgiving ever.

Every touch sent warmth rushing through my body. The red lace suddenly felt too thin beneath his gaze. Too revealing. But Sebastian touched me like he admired every inch of me. Like I was something precious. Something dangerous. The storm outside shook the windows while his mouth traveled slowly along my neck again. I buried my fingers into his shoulders, completely overwhelmed by how good he made me feel. No one had ever kissed me like this before. No one had ever looked at me like they were terrified of wanting me too much. And somehow… That made this even more dangerous.