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He asked me. I knew it, that when it get to my turn I might not be able to hear him. Damn, his voice was already cracked, and he could no longer shout, I couldn't have possibly heard him. The hall was big, it looked like it would fit in a thousand applicant in a stound. With the kind of voice he had, I couldn't heard him. "I'm sorry, but I didn't heard you." I said to him. "You are next." He said to me ferociously.

It was a world of dark romance books, an absolute hide away from reality. Soon the girls found their choices and left while I was left torn between Ana huang twisted series and Tahereh Mafi shatter me series. “Maybe both” I muttered. I looked at the other shelf when I heard a loud fall of books, a man was squatted down trying to pick them and I walked over and helped pick the books up. “Thank you” I stilled at the voice, I could pick out that voice even in a crowd. It was Aurelio, no one sounded so deep, sexy and hoarse like him.

They hadn’t even noticed me. Serena was still in his arms, but the kiss was different now. Deeper. Hungrier. Bordering on filthy. Her fingers twisted in his dark hair, pulling him closer, her breath hitching as his tongue plunged into her mouth, slow and possessive. She moaned softly, parting her lips wider, letting him taste her, consume her, own her. Her body practically melted against him, her robe slipping open at the top, revealing the bare curve of her breast. Damian groaned low in his throat, his large hands gripping her waist before sliding lower, his fingers digging into the plush swell of her ass.

She practically fell into the first available empty seat she could find, three rows from the front, dropping her satchel to the floor with a thud. The air in the room had changed. It was charged, anticipatory. All eyes were fixed on him as he placed his coffee and bag on the lectern at the front. He didn’t need to call for silence. His presence commanded it. Scarlett’s fingers trembled as she opened her notebook. She dared not to look up. She bit her lip, trying to steady her thoughts. She had survived. Dr. Clarke began to speak, his voice filling the hall. “Today our topic is ‘Forbidden Romance’.”

“I thought you knew.” His eyes softened. “Knew what?” “I was always yours.” For a moment, neither of us spoke. Then he kissed me. Slow. Tender. Certain. And somewhere through the haze of happiness, I found myself thinking— Maybe honeymoon rules could start a little early. _____ Julia- My fingers dug into the invitation. The expensive cardstock crumpled beneath my grip. The elegant rose-gold lettering seemed to burn itself into my brain. YOU ARE CORDIALLY INVITED

His voice dropped, “Doesn’t change the fact that I want you bent over my bed tonight. My hands on you. My cock inside you. Understand?” A shiver ran down my spine. “Yeah. I understand.” When the final song ended and guests started leaving, Damien found me by the exit. “My room. Now.” We barely made it through the door of the bridal suite before he was on me again. He kicked the door shut and shoved me against it, kissing me hard while his hands worked my shirt open. “Been hard since the ceremony,” he growled, biting my neck. “Thinking about your mouth. How good you looked on your knees for me.”

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.

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Not until he was satisfied. And even then, he wasn’t. Not fully. Because he flipped us around until I was underneath him, pulled his shorts down and slid into me instantly. And then, he paused. Alaric pushed my hair away from my face, his touch sweet and gentle as our eyes remained on each other. “The most beautiful being,” he whispered. “I can’t wait to marry you. Again.” My laughter came out as a pant. “Me too. Again.” His lips met mine in the softest kiss, and we didn’t let go of each other that night.

"You want a puppet who'll nod and smile. However, now the puppet's strings are cut, and you're freaking out." Francis' expression turned icy. "I'm not freaking out." "Then why switch my meds?" I asked, a challenge. "You're terrified. Terrified that without those drugs, I'll realize I don't love…" His response was to kiss me, a fierce, angry kiss. I fought back, but he held me by the nape of my neck, deepening the kiss until the metallic taste of blood filled my mouth. He had bitten my lip. It was a kiss unlike any other in the ten years I had known him, fueled by both lust and a need to punish.