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The night just fell making the whole room turned darker as Damon already broke the lamps but the moans of pleasure and growls of satisfaction filled the darkroom with only the proof of a big bad alpha. Damon knight claiming his only precious possession as his. But not as a possession but as his love. His first and last love. Damon fell on her sweaty body as they both ride their pleasure and came to an end. His face was dug deep inside her crook. The effect of drug turned off and his body started to get tired. But his heart still wanted to have her again and again. Moving away he stared at her face as her breathing was calmer than before. She opened her tired eyes and stared in his dark gaze

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"You have no idea how badly I want to kiss you right now." "Fuck." My eyelids flutter shut, and my hand trembles where it’s resting against his shoulder. The air in the room feels thick, heavy with the scent of his cologne and the unspoken tension between us. Suddenly, his hand leaves my hip, and a split second later, it comes down hard against my ass. The sharp *smack* of the spank echoes in the quiet room. I let out a sharp gasp, my eyes snapping open. The sensation is a mix of stinging heat and a jolt of electricity that shoots straight to my core.

He pressed forward slowly, just the tip slipping inside me. I gasped sharply at the stretch before letting out a shriek. “Relax, Elena,” he whispered, kissing my neck. “Breathe.” He pushed in another inch, then another, going agonizingly slow. The burn was intense. He was so thick, stretching me open in a way I’d never felt before. I whimpered, my hands gripping his shoulders. “Fuck… you’re so tight,” he groaned, his voice strained with restraint. “So fucking perfect.”

A dark, erotic, romance novel. The goal was to stop thinking about Alexander, but only ten minutes into the book and I'm already imagining his hands all over me. I'm already imagining him bending me over the fucking window of my room and filling me up ruthlessly until all I can remember is the sound of his name on my lips.

My father could take as many women as he desired, but they could never take the place of my mother, whom he had murdered. The Moon Goddess gave our mates to us, though some considered her a pesky meddler. My father had been mated to my mother when he was rather young, and they had grown up side by side. My mother, the Lycan Luna, was graceful and submissive to her alpha, never challenging me in public or causing him any reason to be ashamed of her. My mother adored my father and lived her life each day to please him. She was mostly successful until the day tragedy struck.

0 – Emotional exposure – One admits growing feelings, tension mixed with vulnerability. 59. Rainy Balcony – Heated exchange – A balcony encounter during a storm leads to intimate contact and mutual temptation. 60. Library Nights – Quiet passion – Alone among shelves, lingering kisses and soft touches ignite hidden desire. 61. Unexpected Sleepover – Bodies close, hearts closer – Accidental shared sleeping arrangements increase intimacy and tension. 62. Late-Night Tease – Flirting escalates – Teasing texts and stolen touches drive them both wild. 63. Conflicted Hearts – Pride vs. passion – Both struggle with admitting attraction while maintaining rivalry.

Watching her wake up has become one of my new favorite pastimes and I don’t want to miss it this morning, although she won’t wake up for another couple hours at least; she’s a night creature. I get up and walk back into the bedroom. Stopping at the foot of the bed, I laugh softly as I see the three of them tangled up in each other’s limbs. I then proceed to our library nook in another corner of our room, sit in my favorite chair, and pull out the romance novel I started to read last night. It is a good one. A story about an author who gets a movie deal and gets tangled up with the three male actors who audition to play characters in her book.

The double penetration, the fullness in my mouth and cunt, the way they moved together, it was intense. I was dripping and soaked and my own arousal leaked down my thighs. Devon pulled out, his cock glistening with my spit. He leaned forward, pushing my dress down to bare my breasts. “Now for these,” he said, and his mouth closed over one nipple, sucking hard as his teeth grazed the sensitive peak. I cried out, the sound muffled against nothing. Hans seized the moment and kissed me. I kissed him back, drawing his lower lip between mine as he bit gently into my upper lip. The sensation doubled. Mitch fucking my cunt, Devon sucking my tits and Hans kissing me.

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.