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He was about to pull away when things were getting pretty intense but she pleaded. “Don’t stop Ronald, I want you....” Raina pulled away from the kiss and let go of her robe. Ronald’s jaw was literally on the carpet. He couldn’t believe what he was looking at. Raina was in red sexy lingerie which enhanced her well-defined bump. Ronald could feel himself getting hard, he was sure a cold shower couldn’t cure his erection this time around. He wanted her so bad. “This is the best birthday gift, my love, I promise to be as gentle as I can.” He lifted her in a bridal style, ready to make love to the Queen of his Heart. The End.........

She had never craved for a man's cock as much as she craved his at that moment and she had no idea why. Perhaps it was his dangerous calmness, or how he reaked of sin. Or maybe it was because he was the hottest man she had ever set her eyes on. Whatever it was, she wanted it. She wanted that darkness to be wrapped around her like a blanket. Thinking about him all night gave her goosebumps. She remained wet until morning. She had no other choice but to pull out her rose toy. Cummig for the third time that day seemed to do the trick, and she ended up sleeping like a baby early the next morning.

“You’re welcome, but for what?” “Everything.” That, along with the deeper kiss he pressed to her lips, was answer enough. ****** Author’s Notes I love futuristic, post-apocalyptic, and/or dystopian fiction. I wouldn’t want to live it, of course, but it’s fun to imagine how bad things could get, and how good people would function in the aftermath. In this book, I also explored a bit how harsh times make even good people do some questionable things. Can you forgive a good character if he (or she) does something morally ambiguous for the ones they love? I like complex characters and questions like that. I hope I gave a modicum of competency to exploring the idea.

This Chapter is R-18. Friendly reminder, this book is dark romance but it’ll get better and again, this a work of fiction. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~Lianna Black~ Suddenly, my senses were fully awake from his notion. I gulped hard; I was still sore from the orgasms he gave me on Santa Barbara and on the jet. From my observation before, I knew Ace was dominant, that he craves control in everything he does. It isn’t a wonder that he also loves to dominate the bedroom.

Frame agreement for a Dominant / Submissive relationship This document specifies the responsibilities and duties of Damian Black {the Dominant} and Vincent Romano {the Submissive} as part of a consensual BDSM agreement. This agreement is private and shall not be disclosed in any circumstances to anyone, even if it is not legally binding. The Dominant I, Damian Black , request of Vincent Romano the acceptance of my dominance and guidance. I ask for ownership of your mind and body in return for my care and protection. Through this agreement, we may strengthen our bond and increase intimacy.

His heart thundered harshly against my chest telling me he was thinking the exact same thing as me. Just two seconds longer, and we could have been dead. My lips parted, my eyes melting into a smile as I muttered. “Thank you,” then everything went dark. VOLUME TWO : HELL WITH MY BILLIONAIRE BOSS FIVE YEARS LATER - KARMA’S A BITCH! “Wealthy business tycoon Ethan Blackwood, set to renew his five year long marriage vows to his wife, Jennifer Blackwood this coming saturday by giving her the tear cut red diamond ring…”

"Damien meet Mia, she's one if the top students in her class and my favorite" Hearing him introduce me as his favorite student gives me butterflies. Don't look at me like that, you'd feel the same way if you were in my shoes. "Mia meet Damien Black, he's my best friend and CEO of D.B." he says. Like definitely doesn't attract like. They have two different personalities. Mr. Black stands up and offers his hand for a shake which I accept. It happens then. I'm an avid reader of romance novels, my favorite author is Kristen Ashley and I've read all of her books.

He slammed into me nonstop until, with a guttural roar, he buried himself deep one final time and spilled into me, holding me close as our trembling bodies fused, lost in the same storm of passion. He collapsed beside me, panting. I lay there catching my breath, every nerve still buzzing. Damn. He was incredible. Never in my wildest thoughts did I imagine my quiet, efficient boss—the one who always saw me as just the secretary in corporate suits—would fuck me like this. And I already knew I wanted more. I caught him staring, and a soft smile curved my lips. “You fuck real good,” I whispered, still panting. He smirked, his gaze shamelessly glued to my chest. His hand slid over and closed arou

This man night actually end up fondling me to my death. When I feel like I can't take it anymore, Luca rears back. His eyes are two hot, dark pools of desire. Don't judge me. I know well enough what desire looks like from the vivid, erotic descriptions in Yulia's romance novels. This man's eyes practically brims with the emotion. They bore into me, stripping away my inhibitions, laying me bare.