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Just thinking of it made my heart flutter and my body to feel giddy. Sleeping with Anthony felt like heaven. He made me feel special. He knew how to make my body sing in pleasure. He knew where to touch and kiss my body. I had come so much last night that I did not know it was possible to be turned on even more. The way he looked at me, his eyes held so much emotion that it had me drunk on love and passion. His words made me swoon, especially those words he kept saying. “You’re mine to touch… to kiss.”

I say, frowning a little. “01 Kind men are ugly. 02 Handsome men are not nice. 03 Handsome and kind men are married. 04 The handsome, kind, and single are poor. 05 Handsome, kind, single, and rich people are not interested in you. 06 The handsome, kind, single, rich, and interested people are interested in you only because of the hookup. 07 Those who are handsome, kind, single, rich, interested in you, and faithful, are homosexuals. 08 The handsome, kind, single, rich, interested in you, faithful, who do not lose interest if you are the ones who make the first step. Those men must have a problem!

Everything vanished from their minds, leaving only the passionate desire to savor their limited time. Sweat splattered. Beads of sweat cascaded down Lucas's face. One drop. Two drops. They fell one by one, landing on Velia's buttocks. Lucas blinked. The sensual sight momentarily increased his excitement. His thrusts became faster, and Velia's moans echoed once again. “Oh, Luc.” Lucas's eyes glazed over. Velia's sensual voice fueled his enthusiasm even more. Keep moving. Without pause. No gaps were created. Their lovemaking produced sounds that filled the room. Velia's moans. Lucas's groans. Along with the erotic sound of their masculinity and femininity meeting and colliding. It all created

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

Her hands slid up his chest and around his neck, her fingers tangling in his hair as she pulled him closer. His hands slid down to her hips, gripping them tightly as he pressed her against him, letting her feel the hard evidence of his desire. His hands slid up her sides, gently massaging her sides as they moved higher. His fingertips grazed the straps of her tank top, teasingly brushing against her bare skin. With a deft movement, he lifted one strap off her shoulder, baring more of her soft flesh to his hungry lips.

For a heartbeat, I thought she would, but then her body loosened, and her mouth parted against mine, answering. That tiny surrender wrecked me. I deepened it, one hand sliding to the back of her neck, keeping her right there, tasting the heat I knew she’d give me if I just pushed hard enough. She made a sound of half protest, half need and it was the sweetest fucking sound I’d ever heard. When I finally pulled back, she was breathless, staring at me like I’d just ripped the ground out from under her. Her lips were red, swollen. Her chest was rising fast.

By the time anyone figured out the truth, the damage would already be done. She leaned back, sipping wine, the screen's glow reflecting in her eyes. > “You wanted to play with fire, Serena? Let’s see how you handle the burn.” --- Damien’s Penthouse – Next Morning Neither of them had slept. Serena sat at the edge of the couch, blanket around her shoulders, scrolling in silence. Damien stood by the window, sleeves rolled up, shirt rumpled, his jaw clenched as he read headline after headline. > “FAKE LOVE: Serena Vale’s Rise Built on Lies”

I again try to go past him but he blocks me. “Shelby” was all he said before cursing his lips to mine. He put a lot passion into this kiss. He was holding me like he never wanted to let me go. I could feel his hard length through his jeans and without hesitation I undo the button on his jean and lower his zipper. He lets out a groan and takes his underwear and pants off.

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

she asked lightly. “Yes.” “Romantic.” His gaze flicked up briefly. “Hold still.” He rolled her sleeve carefully. The graze ran along her upper arm, shallow but angry. “It’s nothing,” she said. “It’s not nothing.” His fingers were steady as he cleaned the wound. But his breathing wasn’t. She noticed. “You’re shaking,” she said quietly. “I’m not.” “You are.” He stopped moving. For one second. Then continued. “I don’t react well,” he said evenly, “when people I care about are shot.”