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Damien stayed buried deep inside me, his thick cock stretching me perfectly. The candles around the room flickered faster, as if the air itself was breathing with us. Damien silver eyes glowed brighter in the dim light, almost like moonlight trapped inside them. He didn’t move right away. He just looked down at me, one hand gently brushing hair from my face. “You feel it, don’t you?” he whispered. “The house… it’s alive tonight.” I could only nod. My body felt electric. Every slow pulse of his cock inside me sent ripples of pleasure through my core. It wasn’t just sex. It felt like something older and something hungry.

I asked as he shivered, looking into my eyes with lust and hunger. “There’s this attraction I have towards you,I don’t know how to explain it,I ….I…. just know that I want you and nothing will stop me ” he replied before kissing his way down my neck,my breasts and my stomach. .. .. 💕King Damien’s POV 💕 .. .. “You’re beautiful” I whispered, kissing her nape……..and carrying her to the bed before depositing her on it. I don’t know why it’s like a magnet, pulling me towards her.

“You feel so good, Romi. So soft. So warm.” He untied her robe, letting the silk fall open, revealing her full, ripe breasts. Her nipples, already hard, peaked through the sheer fabric of her bra. He made quick work of the clasp, tossing the bra aside. Her breasts spilled free, heavy and inviting. The thought of fucking two pussies in one day made him hard as fuck. “Oh, Kamil… you’re insatiable.” She moaned, her hands finding his hair, pulling his head down. He took one of her nipples into his mouth, sucking hard, drawing a sharp gasp from her. His tongue swirled around the sensitive peak, sending shivers through her. He kneaded her other breast, his thumb circling her erection.

I am yours, I breathed, my hands sliding beneath his suit jacket, pressing flat against the burning, muscular breadth of his back. His dark eyes snapped, the last fragile thread of his restraint shattering completely. Adrian claimed my mouth in a kiss that was pure, possessive ruin. It wasn't gentle, nor was it meant to comfort me. It was desperate, demanding, and filthy, tasting of dark promises, blood, and absolute authority. His tongue invaded my mouth, plundering every inch of me while his free hand slid down my spine, cupping my rear through the fabric of my dress and lifting me up off the ground to seat me firmly over his thigh.

I have this taco-eating down to a science, yo. She shrugs, fiddling with her straw. “I guess it all boils down to the fact that they had a brief thing going on where they’d have sex after work, but they never actually went out on a date and he never felt any spark with her. But she assumed it was a lot more and basically looked like an ass after it was all over after bragging that she was going to be the one to snag him forever.” “Wow. She was basing future marriage proposals on after-work sex and no dates?”

I placed my face against hers then kissed her cheek, feeling the softness of her skin and inhaling her sweet scent. “I want to make tonight special for you,” I said in her ear and moved my arms downward then held her hips. “I want to worship you tonight. I want to make you feel needed. Tonight is our wedding night, and you deserve one from a fairytale book. I will make you mine tonight. Let us pretend to be lovers for tonight, baby… Let me make love to you.”

“No matter how handsome a man is, he will grow old eventually. As for money, no matter how rich a man is, if he has no feelings for you, he can always find an excuse to leave you with nothing at all.” Christina smiled faintly. “That’s why, no matter how good the man is, it’s better to find a man who is loyal to his feelings and can live with you for the rest of his life.” “Good point.” The host agreed and then asked, “Then, why don’t you want to live with your mother-in-law? Harmony between a mother-in-law and daughter-in-law is a traditional virtue. Why would you put forward such strange conditions? Aren’t you afraid of being misunderstood?”

“Yeah. A real one. Dinner, maybe a walk… whatever you want. I just want to take you out properly.” Something warm spread through my chest. After everything — the divorce, the fear, the stolen nights — the simple request felt bigger than it should have. “Okay,” I whispered, smiling. “I’d like that.” Julian’s smile widened. He leaned in and kissed me, slow and lingering, before settling back against the pillows and pulling me even closer. I rested my head on his chest, listening to the steady beat of his heart. Within minutes the exhaustion of the day (and the intensity of what we had just done) pulled us under. We fell asleep tangled together, his arms still around me.

And I heard that he had watched one of my favorite movies, and also my recommended it for a lonely Saturday night: A beautiful woman. I was shocked when he said that he had never watched one of the most classic movies of the Adult Romance, and it was satisfying to realize that at the end of that night he was surprised and enchanted by a romance that could captivate even an unromantic man. And we spent long minutes talking about the genius of romance movies that did not cling to the idea of the cliché and that the ending was open to the interpretation of each one.

The young woman sitting by me stopped her game and watched me rant in astonishment. When I ran out of angry words, she clapped her hands in succession, and it echoed in the silence. "Well said, Princess, but I think someone lied to you, just like they lied to some of them over there," she said, pointing to a point in the room's corner. "Over there in the blue dress is Princess Kit of the Blue Brook Pack. She was given away as an alliance gift to the Lycan King and found herself as a slave here the very next day. Following her is Princess Yvette from the distant pack region of the werecats. She was told that she was to be matched with the Lycan Prince. She has not gotten over the deceit that