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Damn, I could feel heat pooling between my legs already, my pussy getting slick just from standing this close to him in the pitch black. His fingers flexed on my hip, not pushing me away. “Easy, Riley. Stay right there a second. I’ll get the fire going stronger so we can see.” His voice was low and rough. He kept his hand on me as he moved us toward the living room, guiding me. My body followed without thinking, thighs rubbing together with every step and making my clit throb. We settled on the rug in front of the fireplace. Dante stacked more logs and got the flames crackling high, the orange glow lighting up his face and those broad shoulders.

he murmured, lying atop her, groaning at the sensation of skin against hot skin, softness against his hardness, her skin pale against his bronzed body. "You're even broader than you were that day," she murmured, her hands travelling up the length of his back and across his shoulders. "You're beautiful." "Not half as beautiful as you," he said fiercely, bending his head to feast on her sweet lips-she tasted of champagne and strawberries-odd that, as they'd had neither at dinner.

Her eyes red, she tried to sound generous as she said, "Felix, don't you love me the most? Are you really going to blame me for this? I'm your only public girlfriend; everyone expects you to marry me. I'm upset, Felix. I'm the one who's been by your side. Why would you need a substitute who looks just like me? You can't love anyone else—only me!" She thought her tantrum would make Felix apologize and comfort her. But Felix's gaze turned icy with fury, the killing intent practically radiating off of him. He only relaxed when he saw me open my eyes. The three followers, seeing the tension, quickly jumped in. "Mr. Palmer, Darcy is your true love. Everyone else is just a passing fling. You shoul

I didn't care, I just knew that it was fantastic. With every lick, the ember of my desire burned brighter, threatening to catch into a full blown blaze at any moment. I felt my temperature rising, the heat consuming me from within. Tremors rocked my body as his tongue fanned the sparks that my body nursed. I felt the heat rising, felt the smoke, and where there's smoke, there's always fire. When the flame ignited, my eyes squeezed shut. Delicious licks of fire washed over my every nerve, intensifying every sensation that I felt. The red color of the flames was all I could see, and my ears roared with the intensity of the flame.

he rasped, his voice low and husky. His words lit her on fire and her eyes rolled back at the prospect of getting punished. "Your punishment will have to wait till I can get you back home, mon amour but for now —_Laisse-moi me régaler_" He leaned in and ran his tongue along her slit, her moans were like music to his ears. He teased her clit, linking and sucking on it until she was writing with pleasure, he loved watching her come undone on his tongue. Conan rose slowly, his lips curved in a smirk. He wrapped his arm around her waist to stabilize her as she rode the high of her orgasm. He kissed her again, letting her taste herself on his tongue, Aca moaned against his lips feeling her arousa

His hands were cold and calloused, adding to the electricity that was shooting through her body. Her body arched again, and loud moans escaped her lips. Killian continued to thrust, his groans matching the sound of his groin slapping against net pussy. Madison couldn't help but enjoy the way his big cock scratched the inside of her walls, stripping her of whatever innocence she had left. His dick touched her womb, she could feel it, the burning sensation made it even more enjoyable, and she couldn't get enough. She had no idea why she enjoyed that so much. She had no idea that being bound and fucked mercilessly was something that she would enjoy. And yet, there she was, moaning through the p

BOOK 3: Chapter 49: Sinfully Yours They are kissing each other like nothing else in the world matters. Their mouths move in sync, desperate and greedy, lips molding together in a slow, heated dance that only deepens with every second. Tongues entwine, curling and tasting, savoring the forbidden flavor of each other like it’s the last thing they’ll ever have. Their kiss isn’t just about hunger—it’s about a desperate need. It’s raw and aching. They are clinging onto one another, shivering under the weight of the passion that has consumed them both entirely.

The image of her looking up at me, her face smeared with cum and split with a sinful grin made the predator inside me stall. For the first time, I wondered if maybe I had met my goddamn match. She crawled up my body like a prowling feline, her nails digging into my ribs. Then she slowly sank down onto my cock, her greedy cunt already dripping. My back arched off the sheets and I hissed through my teeth. I grabbed her waist like a lifeline. Rosa, my Rosa… smiled and rolled her hips in a maddening circle, dragging me deeper into her velvet heat, and I nearly lost my mind.

Heat spreads through my blood, loud and impossible to ignore. Then he lifts me back up. Air rushes into my lungs. I cough and gulp, heart racing. His arms stay locked around me, solid and close. I’m pressed against him, chest to chest, and all I can breathe in is Dominic Vance. Spice. Heat. Bergamot and hot pepper. The scent sinks into me and makes everything worse. The fire in my chest doesn’t calm. It grows. He watches me closely, eyes slow and intent, then drags his tongue over his lips like he’s savoring the moment.

His eyes, two dark embers, say it all: I need you now. I don't move. Not right away. I see his pupils dilate, eager. She licks her lips, and this time, it's me who's losing my patience. With a sudden movement, I grabbed her by the waist, my fingers digging into the silk of her dress as if I could tear it just by touching it. She gasps as I pin her against the wall, the cold marble against her back, her breasts crushed against my chest. His mouth opens beneath mine before I even kiss him, his lips soft and warm, his tongue seeking mine with a desperation that makes me groan. She has this taste, this mixture of red wine and something darker, more personal, as if her desire had an aftertaste of