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Where they surrendered the part of themselves even war could not scorch: softness. She had never believed them. Those stories were remnants of older times, when dragons ruled openly and magic threaded through the bones of the world. Silly things. Fairy tales. But standing here—surrounded by gold and heat and the scent of Rhazien—she knew this was real. This wasn’t legend. It was declaration. And he had made it for her.

Chapter 1 Lyra's POV I wrapped my legs tighter around his waist, pulling him closer against me. My body was on fire, every nerve ending screaming for more contact. His deep groan vibrated through his chest and into mine, making everything inside me clench with desperate need. My fingers dug into his shirt as he continued kissing and sucking at my neck. He grabbed my waist, half-pulling, half-lifting me toward the bedroom. I felt more like a doll being moved than a person being carried. I knew this was wrong. I knew I shouldn't be here in his arms, and shouldn't be enjoying every second of this forbidden moment.

At Ava’s bra which barely contained her massive tits, Liam’s undone jeans, Ethan’s bare chest and heavy briefs. “It’s my deepest, dirtiest fantasy. I want…I want in.” Liam’s eyes darkened. He sat up, easing Ava off his lap with gentle hands. He crossed the room in two strides, stopping close enough that I smelled cedar and heat. His thumb bruId a melting snowflake from my jaw. “Then let tonight be the story you keep for yourself,” he said. “No readers. Just us.” Ava was already moving, bare feet silent. I stopped behind me, fingers tugging the hem of my sweater. “Arms up.”

Her thighs press together, and that sweet all-consuming scent of her desire hits me like a bullet. Just once… Just this once. I drag my lips up the curve of her neck, enjoying the way her breath stutters. “You’re an open book, princess.” “I’m not,” she whispers, but her voice betrays her arousal. I tighten my grip on her waist just enough to make her gasp. “Oh, but you are. I can read every filthy fantasy you’re trying to hide.” She shakes her head slowly, only slightly, but it only gives me more access to her neck. I press my mouth to her pulse, feeling it thrum wildly beneath my lips.

Of course, he now knew it would have be like cutting out his own heart. Riley dropped her hand and watched with undisguised longing as her last champion left her alone and unprotected with the most evil man in the city. A man determined to own her until she bowed down and broke beneath him. When the door closed behind Wendell, she turned and faced Soloman, glaring at him with flashing velvet eyes. Her hands were fisted angrily at her sides. "Come here," Soloman commanded quietly.

” I run my tongue along the lacey edge of her panties, a few inches below her belly button. “You’re thinking I couldn’t possibly read smut, and you’re trying to judge yourself against all the super sexy book boyfriends out there. The thing about books is that they give people something to fantasize over. Something they might not want in real life, and that’s what makes it sexy. It’s something to take yourself out of your existential, boring, mundane world for a while and put you somewhere else. Well, I do read romance. I even read erotica. That being said, it’s not real, and I don’t expect it to be. You’re real, and I want to enjoy this. With you. I have no high standards to measure you agai

I sat up, lifting my head back and wiped my stained cheeks with the back of my hand before looking around the room, my gaze landed on Landon’s clothes folded and left on the chair in the corner of the room, I saw a piece of paper that had fallen to the ground in front of the chair so I moved to pick it up. I bent down and retrieved the wayward piece before turning it over and seeing my name scrawled across the front of it. As I unfolded the paper my heart was pounding in my chest and my brows furrowed as I read the note. Roses are red and Violets are blue Red rivers will run and they all lead to you For the blood of the men that vow themselves to you I will slay each of them and leave them i

Only Sandy could do this to my body, and I wanted more from her. I wrapped my hand around my cock and stroked a little to relieve tension while looking down at my perfect princess. She looked so ethereal, like a goddess with her hair splayed on the bed and her beautiful naked body blessing my eyes. The needy look on her face turned me on so much that I could not help but lean down and kiss her hard on her soft lips.

“You don’t remember, do you? Last night we finally merged. Our twin flames ignited. Our souls fused when I filled you.” She blinked rapidly, trying to pull away, but I held her firm. The mirrors multiplied us in endless pairs locked together. “Damien, stop. We were drunk. That was… we can’t—” I cut her off with a deep kiss, my tongue invading her mouth while my free hand slid down to cup her breast, pinching the nipple hard. “Can’t? Serena, feel it. Look around.” I forced her head to turn, making her stare at the reflections. Dozens of Damens dominated dozens of Serenas. “Our bond is supernatural. Without my cock claiming this pussy every single day, your soul will fracture. You’ll wither in

They are best kept away from it all, we have enough to deal with, without a frantically screaming woman in the mix. I slam my fisted hand hard on the table breaking it down the middle, and the room settles down back into silence. My murderous aura causes most of the pussies in the room to quiver in fear, except for elder Gabriel, the man is made from stone. Hard and unwavering. “Please allow me to introduce Alessia of Legora.” He wouldn’t! I jump to my feet at hearing the slam of a lock opening. The heavy double doors to my right slowly creek open, revealing possibly the most breath-taking woman I have ever seen.