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He asked me, propping himself up on his hand. “Yeah, much better,” I whispered, not wanting to break this moment between us. Placing another of those soft kisses he sat up and said, “I’m going to change.” . . A Gupta . Have you checked out my other books? If you're new, do check out my books. They all are completed and are dark romance with twisted heroes that will make you hate them but by the end of the book you'll fall for them still!! You can start with, Bride To Be and Saved By The Devil.

His breath was fire against my skin. Damian’s body pinned me to the mattress, his grip bruising, his movements relentless. His scent clouded my senses, flooding my lungs, drowning me in him. His lips crushed mine, a kiss that wasn’t gentle. It was raw, possessive, claiming every gasp, every moan, every last shred of resistance I had left. I arched beneath him, my fingers digging into the taut muscles of his back, nails raking against his burning skin. His body was a furnace, hard and unyielding, pressing me deeper into the silk sheets.

This felt like truth spoken in the dark, witnessed only by the storm and the beating of their hearts. Caleb stilled above her, his eyes searching hers. "Say it again." "I love you. I love you, and I'm terrified, and I don't know how to do this, but I want to. God, Caleb, I want to." He kissed her then, deep and slow and thorough, and Maya felt herself letting go of the last vestiges of fear. This was what passion was supposed to feel like. Not violent. Not painful. Not about power or control. Just two people choosing each other, again and again, in all the small and significant ways that mattered.

he interrupted. “Stop following me Jax,” I commanded establishing my authority changing the conversation because at the end of the day he was just a massive fan of mine. “No, I want recommendations on books, preferably the slow burns with two people trying to fight their connection when they were soulmates from the moment they met but they were blind.” I know what he was doing. He was trying to describe our romance but ours was a tragedy, not a romance in my books anyway. I huffed annoyed and played his game, by saying “I would recommend Birthday Girl by Penelo-“

“That room is booked for the night.” “You’re new here, right?” Justin asks, and I’m glad that angry tone isn’t directed at me. Even when I disobey and piss him off by screaming when he makes me cum in public, there’s always a warmth to his voice. It’s never this cold and distant. “Yes,” the woman says, looking slightly less sure of herself than she did a minute ago.

~ ANASTASIA ~ I'm choosing to be reckless. I know I will probably regret this when I'm down from the high but I couldn't care less, not when my body melts against Damien's and I whimper when his tongue delves deeper into my mouth. ‘This isn't right’ My brain whispers, but I push the voice back, deciding to turn a blind eye to it for now. This is Damien, my fucking high school crush who crushed me. But we are married. A contract marriage for that matter. Maybe we are just making things easier by…

“And you’ve never called me that before. Not once in six years.” “I—I was angry,” I stammered, backing up until my ass hit the counter. Mark placed his hands on either side of me, caging me in. Heat rolled off his body. “Angry girls who forget their place need to be reminded.” His breath brushed my ear. “And I think my good girl wants to be reminded.” My thighs clenched. I should have pushed him away. Instead, my nipples hardened against my thin tank top. “I’m not your good girl,” I whispered, but my voice trembled with want.

“Move closer.” Fear and something hotter warred inside me. I told myself I was only obeying to avoid his anger, but my body moved forward until I stood barely an arm’s length away. His heat radiated toward me. His scent — that intoxicating wild musk — made my head spin and my core clench with sudden, shameful need. “Look at me.” I lifted my gaze. His green eyes locked onto mine, dark with an intensity that stole my breath. A slow, satisfied smile curved his lips.

Angela shouted, throwing a small pillow at me. "What?!" I snapped, startled, the pillow hitting my arm. I turned to her with a blank expression. "Geez," she huffed, hands on her hips. "You’ve been zoning out ever since that jerk walked out. Are you sure you didn’t already fall in love with him?" "What? No way," I said quickly, sitting up and tossing the pillow back at her. "That will never happen." Angela smirked. "You say that, but you’ve been brooding like a rejected protagonist in a slow-burn romance novel."

Angel drives me wild, my fingers do circles around her clit while my palm is rubbing around her opening catching her delicious juices, after a while I cup my hand bring it round to my mouth and drink, then rushing back in with kisses that I had briefly stopped, I make her taste herself from my lips which only encourages her further, she steps back off my lap, unlike her she takes full control pushing back so I’m laid on the bed, she gets on the floor on her knees and sucks as much of my cock I to her mouth as she can, pure heaven. I hear gag and see her eyes watering down her face and she still doesn’t stop, I can’t help but feel my load buildup like it’s going to explode and asif she can se