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I thrust inside him, inch by slow inch, sinking into the heat of his body, claiming him once again for the second time in our lives like it was the first time all over again. “Fuck, Lachlan,” I rasped, breathing hard. “You feel… so fucking good.” Tight. Warm. Familiar. And fucking mine. ____ A. Gupta This is the first MM romance (sex scene) I have ever written, I hope you guys like it. There is more, enjoy reading!!

Wouldn't want to add ‘liar’ to that list. “Well… it's spicy.” I carefully said. “But I like how it's more than just lust and infatuation. Seems like there's a deeper connection between the two.” She sighed. “Yeah, most of my books are written that way. I find it easier to write smut when it's based on true love.” “You have other books?” I asked. She nodded, turning back to her screen. “Yup, across different platforms.” “Cool.” The silence returned again as she continued typing. Once again, my mind wandered about. I couldn't stop myself from asking the question.

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The robe slid from my shoulders with a whisper and pooled at my feet, leaving me bare beneath his hungry gaze. “You just didn’t see me,” I whispered, pulling him into another heated kiss, unwilling to let a single second slip away. His lips claimed mine with urgency. He sucked gently on my lower lip while I nipped at his upper, parting for him. Our tongues tangled, hot and reckless, igniting sparks that raced through my veins. His hand slid firmly around my waist, drawing me flush against his body until there was no space left between us. The kiss deepened, consuming, as if neither of us could get enough.

“I don’t feel it that much.” “It’s quite spicy,” she mumbled, still trying to soothe her tongue. The sight of her pink tongue sticking out, lips slightly swollen from the heat, did something dangerous to me. I couldn’t hold back anymore. I moved closer, cupped her face with both hands, and leaned in. Before she could react, I captured her tongue with my mouth, sucking on it gently but hungrily. Her eyes widened in surprise, but she didn’t pull away. I kissed her deeply, sucking on her tongue, then her bottom lip, then her top lip — tasting the lingering spice mixed with her sweetness. My hands roamed down her sides, squeezing her waist, pulling her closer as I devoured her mouth.

Elena’s POV I was curled up on the comfortable outdoor sofa on the deck, completely lost in my book. The afternoon sun was warm on my skin, and a gentle breeze carried the fresh scent of the lake. This was one of my favorite spicy romance novels — the kind where the cold, powerful hero finally breaks down and confesses his undying love in the middle of a storm. I was smiling like a fool, biting my lower lip as I turned the page, my heart racing with the characters.

"Ride this one out and take me with you. I know you can come harder than that." He would surely bruise, as hard as she bucked her hips against him. Reid slammed back and soon, she was bouncing, making hard contact between his thick head and her deep seated magic spot. Tasha swirled her hips while a blinding orgasm nipped at the corners of her concentration. She pulled Reid's hands to her thighs. "Harder! Yes, baby, that's it!" They came together in a hot, oozing collision of lust. Even her sweat seemed thicker.

His friend had almost coal-dark hair, and was deliciously muscled. Jeanie glanced down as she loaded the last washer, and let out a nearly silent sigh of relief. She could feel her nipples stiffening against her bra, and she was concerned that they might be visible through her top. Jeanie sat down and put her nose in the book that she’d brought with her, but knew from the moment that she opened it that it was a bad idea. The racy romance novel was the last thing that was going to distract her from the surge of arousal that had come over her. The bookmark sat right at the beginning of a heated coupling between the characters in the book.

Suddenly, she convulsed, a hot, frantic squirt hitting his face as she reached a massive climax. She didn't let him recover. She spun around and lowered herself onto him, guided his thick, rigid cock into her. She took him in one slow, soul-crushing movement that made Roman's vision go white. He felt himself slide into her, the tight, wet heat of her walls enveloping him completely. She began to ride him then, her movements fast and shallow. The sound of their bodies meeting was a wet, heavy thud that seemed to vibrate through the bookshelves. Roman's hands found her waist, his fingers bruising her skin as he anchored her to him.

"But you will get used to them. You will even discover that one can live in them. That one can love in them." "Love?" she breathes, and it's almost a bitter, stifled laugh. "Obsession, then. Desire. Possession. Call it what you will. It's the cement that will bind us. The fire that burned everything to make way for something new. For us." I kiss her. She doesn't respond, but she doesn't pull away. Her mouth is soft, bruised, and I feel the tremor of her entire being, that conflict between disgust and an attraction she can no longer deny. I drink in this conflict. It nourishes me.