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I am hungry for your love Cassandra, that's the only thing I want to eat right now" he whispered to her and kissed her softly on her neck. Cassandra let out a soft moan, she closed her eyes feeling the touch of his lips on her skin. Her body grew in deep arousal, all she wants right now is no one else but him. Dennis didn't stop kissing her softly on her neck, he wrapped his arms around her waist, his lips still on her neck as he placed more kisses on her, the possessive spirit inside of him was growing so fast that he wanted to have her right that moment but first, he wants her to feel his deep craving love as he touches her more passionately. Gently, he let go of her neck, stared into her

Sleep would most definitely be eluding me tonight. But I didn’t particularly care. My big vice was romance novels. I just loved them. And the cheesier and sappier and more unrealistic they got, the more I invested myself in them because, by that point, it was pretty much only the emotions they seemed to evoke that mattered. They were just so yummy and fulfilling and...and amazing. I devoured them like potato chips, damning any sleepless-night consequences that might follow. So basically, I was pretty much determined to finish this entire book tonight.

The Nouveau-Riche Romance Chapter twenty-nine The brightness of the day filtered into the room. Illuminating it with its soft glow. The illumination was just enough to rouse Joan from sleep. Her body felt relaxed, she felt mellow really. It felt like she was coming down from a drug high. No, it was a sex high. Sex? Sex... Joan abruptly opens her eyes as she remembered the events of the previous night. She had sex with Asher. Now that she thought about it it was a crazy night and she wouldn't believe it if she hadn't experienced it.

Hard, and brutally. He crushes his mouth to mine in a kiss that's fierce, demanding, and leaves no room for argument. His hand slips around the back of my neck, pulling me closer, pouring every ounce of his anger and frustration into the kiss, igniting something raw within me. I try to push him away, but it's useless. His grip tightens, and instead of breaking free, I find myself surrendering to the force of it, melting against him. The tension I'd felt-the anger, the smug satisfaction-it all dissolves into a reckless, heady thrill that drowns out every logical thought.

I heard him chuckle as he undressed himself and I quickly used my hand to cover my face. He removed my hand from my face as he kissed me and I placed my hand on his chest . I let out an embarrassed moan as his hand got to my private area.I pushed my face in his neck at the intense pleasure I got .I can't believe I got this aroused.The wonders Kingston did to my body,to my private areas.And his other hand gripped my breast. "Kingston"I let out as he stroke my private area.He bent and kissed me and I responded.Kissing and moaning at the same time.

She knew that Liam meant every word he said, but she couldn't shake off the feeling that this was only the beginning of a long and dangerous battle. "Fuck me, Liam. Fuck me until you forget about him." As Penelope and Liam's passion for each other intensifies, they begin to undress, their hands moving quickly to remove each other's clothing. Penelope's fingers shake as she unzips her dress and lets it fall to the floor, revealing her lacy lingerie underneath. Liam's eyes darken with desire as he takes in the sight of her, and he quickly sheds his own clothes. They stand before each other, their bodies bare, the love and desire they feel for each other clear in their eyes. They embrace, their

Every now and then, their lips part and I get a glimpse of his powerful tongue forcing its way into her mouth. Mixed emotions flood my body as I watch them making out. Shame. Anger. Humiliation. Embarrassment. And, surprisingly, arousal. The sight of Ellie’s perfect body is wonderful, even with the dark hands of her lover groping and squeezing. Now one of his hands slides around Ellie’s hips – hips that should be mine, dammit, I waited! – to her front. I watch her lift up onto her toes, thighs opening a little wider, granting him access to her sweetest, most intimate parts. My throat is dry. My hands are balled into fists, my knuckles turning white, nails digging into my palms.

I was pretty good at it and at the urging of my then girlfriend Julie, had submitted a few to a story site named Erotic escapes where under the pen name hotforteacher I'd gotten some pretty good reviews. Most of my stories were about older women with guys my age and Miss Ross had been the inspiration for many of them. Most of my female leads had the same long dark hair, big brown eyes and perfect full lips as my favorite English teacher. Yes Miss Ross had been the nasty little cougar in my mind and in print many times over the last few months. Shit, I'd even joined her writing discussion group because it met every other Sunday at her house.

“This cold-blooded and blind man, I’ll punch him every time I see him. Until no one would be able to recognize him.” The corner of Christina’s lips lifted into a grin. “You talk like you’re a one-woman man!” “I’m a fickle lover because I haven’t met the one I love. If I meet her, I’ll definitely be the world's most loyal man to her!”

His warm hands on my face and his closeness set my body ablaze with my feelings for him, coupled with the soft words he was uttering. “Sandy,” he said softly and rubbed my cheekbones with his thumb. “I… After understanding what my heart is feeling… Sandy… I…” My heart hammered faster every second. Blood rushed through my body at a speed that my head started to get light. I was anxious to hear what he had to say. A part of me dreaded separation and the other part of me remained positive. “I know I’m the worst at romance, but this is me pouring my heart out.” He gulped. “Sandy… I… I love you.”