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Emma gasped against him, but her hands were already clutching his shirt, pulling him closer, needing more. The taste of him—dark, clean, like whiskey and rain—burned down her throat as his tongue pushed deep, claiming her mouth with a force that left her trembling. Her robe slipped off one shoulder, and Daniel didn’t hesitate. His hand slid inside, gripping her bare waist, hot and possessive. He pulled her flush against the hardness straining beneath his trousers, and she moaned, low and guttural, the sound vibrating against his lips. “You don’t know what you’re asking for,” he growled, breaking the kiss only to drag his mouth down her neck, biting, sucking, leaving marks that would brand he

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Candles flickered around the room, casting dancing shadows over her body, and the scent of musk and vanilla filled the air. Her eyes, wide and filled with a mix of anticipation and fear, searched mine as I approached. I could feel the heat between us, the unspoken desire that had been simmering beneath the surface of our relationship. In this dream, the barriers between us were gone, and all that was left was raw, animal need. I was the Dom, and she was my eager submissive, ready to submit to whatever I desired.

The rug was a lost cause, and so was I. Ava traced lazy circles on my stomach. “Still catching the morning train?” I laughed, raw. “Changed my plans. Indefinitely.” Ethan pressed a kiss to my shoulder. “Good. We’re just warming up.” Liam’s hand slid between my thighs, teasing. “Chapter two starts at dawn.” I closed my eyes, sated and aching and already wet again. The lodge smelled of sex and pine and possibility. Outside, the mountain stood silent. Inside, three bodies curled closer, ready to write the next scene on my skin.

I climbed the stairs on trembling legs, each step sending fresh waves of searing need crashing through my body. The heat clawed at my insides like a living thing, demanding to be sated. My skin burned, slick coating my thighs with every movement, and my core throbbed painfully empty. Lorenzo’s bedroom door was ajar at the end of the hall. I pushed it open, the heavy alpha scent inside—woodsmoke, cedar, and undeniable power—hitting me like a drug. It only made the ache worse.

“The weather's supposed to be nice.” “I don't know,” Ocean said, leaning back against Jonas' chest. “I'm pretty comfortable right here.” She wiggled and Jonas' jaw tightened. Ocean reached for another piece of pancake, chewed as her hand drifted down to rest on his. She laced her fingers through his and squeezed. Jonas bit the inside of his cheek, but he didn't pull away because he didn't want to. “We can all stay indoors, then. I have two romance books I got from the store,” May said before she focused on her newspaper. “Remind me to give you one, okay?”

* My mind floods with filthy images of Damien above me in bed, growling low in my ear as he pounds into me, his dick swelling, teeth grazing my neck, claiming me as his Omega while I scream his name and beg for mercy. I’m so turned on I can barely stand. My thighs are slippery. My clit is throbbing. I’m seconds away from excusing myself to the bathroom just so I can rub one out. Mia grins and grabs my arm. “Come on, let’s get you a drink before you melt. You look like you need one.” As she pulls me toward the bar, I feel Damien’s heavy gaze on my body fighting for control. This cruise hasn’t even properly started yet, and I’m already drowning in lust.

Slippery wet fucking pussy. I don’t know what I love more, the sound of a went cunt when you’re ramming into it or just the feeling of being inside. Either way, my Favorite thing to do is fucking. Even better if it’s with a screamer like this one. I smirked at the sight of her messy hair and jiggling tits. “Don’t stop, Callum. Please” Her voice was so low, my ears could barely pick them up.

My breasts bounced with every stroke, nipples grazing Vincent's muscular and hairy legs every few seconds. The double stuffed sensation was intoxicating, a whirlwind of heat and pressure that set every nerve alight. As I rocked my hips down onto Travis, his length hit me deep, a delicious burn that radiated through my core, each thrust sending sparks of ecstasy shooting up my spine. Vincent's cock, salty and musky on my tongue, his girth throbbed against my lips, the velvety skin sliding smooth and insistent as I sucked him deeper, the faint tang of his arousal mixing with the lingering sweetness of the wine we'd shared earlier. The room filled with our symphony--the wet slap of flesh agains

His warm mouth engulfs the head, and he takes me down inch by inch until the whole thing is buried inside him. We work our mouths in tandem, our tongues gliding over each other, our moans muffled by the hard cocks between our lips. We lick and slurp and suck like there’s no tomorrow, the wet sounds echoing through the steamy room. Our bodies are slick with sweat, and we slide against each other like two giant, slippery eels. I leak a constant stream of precum, which Diesel eagerly swallows. His Adam’s apple works overtime, and his stubbled chin glistens with my fluids. He must be loving the taste, judging by the way his cock is throbbing in my mouth.