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Something dark flashed in his eyes — hunger mixed with something almost careful. His hand tightened in my hair, not enough to hurt, but enough to guide. He held me still and pushed forward, sliding back into my mouth with a slow, controlled thrust. I relaxed my jaw and let him. The thick head stretched my lips wider as he sank deeper. He started fucking my mouth in deep, measured strokes, never too rough but firm enough that I could feel every thick inch of him sliding over my tongue. The weight of him filled my mouth completely, hot and heavy.

“Prepare her for the sex battle and get her in the ring. I’ll be her opponent for the night. The winner gets to fuck his opponent senseless…without a condom.” *** Hello, everyone. This book will probably be released next month so anticipate!!! This time, I have taken note of all your complaints and corrections concerning my previous books and I promise that this one will be a work of art. It’s going to be a very dark romance, coupled with dangerous secrets, fiery pleasure, nail-biting suspense and most importantly, the sexiest Italian men ever written!! ANTICIPATE!!

Her breast was rubbing on his shirt, making the tip hardened more. The only light in the room was the lights of the candle. Then he turned the night lamp on, on the best side table and then he stood up leaving her almost naked on the bed. She felt strange and disappointed as he walked towards the glass window wall and pulled the curtain covering the window. Then He walks back to her, his eyes have turned dark staring at her with adoration, admiring at him. Momentarily, his eyes filled with lust and life. She was waiting for him as he got closer. He is dangerously handsome and he is her. Only 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.

"I know." Reese lifted his leg and knocked my buttocks with his knee. I gave him a pat on the arm for it, but before we could really start fighting - not that we ever did - a man in his early thirties stepped out from between the cubicles and came up to us smiling. He wore glasses and had his hair cut so short that I couldn't tell whether it was dark blonde or brown. He seemed to have a slight posture, which he hunched a little, but wow, the muscles that were visible under his sweater certainly didn't come from chilling on the couch. "Hi." He nodded to me and held out his hand to Reese. "I'm Anton Faust and you have to be Reese Tack, the Venator from the guild in Berlin."

The night just fell making the whole room turned darker as Damon already broke the lamps but the moans of pleasure and growls of satisfaction filled the darkroom with only the proof of a big bad alpha. Damon knight claiming his only precious possession as his. But not as a possession but as his love. His first and last love. Damon fell on her sweaty body as they both ride their pleasure and came to an end. His face was dug deep inside her crook. The effect of drug turned off and his body started to get tired. But his heart still wanted to have her again and again. Moving away he stared at her face as her breathing was calmer than before. She opened her tired eyes and stared in his dark gaze

I wanted to torture her, thinking another man could fuck her as well as I could. My body was eager to speed things up, but my lips slowed everything way down. My hands palmed her perfect tits, and I kissed her. My mouth moved achingly slowly, treasuring the softness of her lips and the way they gently moved against mine. Our breathing filled the quiet room, and the sun slowly disappeared over the horizon until we were left in the darkness. Only a few lights in the house kept the room illuminated.

His eyes followed my movement and darkened as a muscle ticked under his stubbled jaw. Who was this man? He seemed familiar. Important. Now I wished my brothers had remained behind so I could ask them. The man was tall. Taller than most men, including my brothers. Dressed in all black and a gray coat that reached to his knees. He looked elegant. Dark. Dangerous. Familiar. The feeling of familiarity pulled on my consciousness. The voice in my head. Stay alive, Tatiana. For me. Stay alive, moya luna. It called to me - calling me his moon. His eyes were intense, even from this distance. There was something uncomfortable in his dark gaze - borderline aching. It was as if he demanded something fro

I tried to keep myself busy, but I couldn’t stop glancing at him out of the corner of my eye. There was something about him, something unsettling. He moved slowly, carefully, as if he was measuring every step, every glance. His fingers trailed over the spines of the books, but he wasn’t really looking at them. He was watching me. 2 AMIR I stepped into her bookshop, breathing in the scent of old books and dust. It felt like her—a place where time slowed, where nothing from the outside world mattered. Quiet, almost too quiet. Just like her. I’d been watching her for weeks now, learning her routine, studying her movements.

(Sarah’s POV) The moment I uttered those words—"Make me yours"—his eyes darkened with an intensity that promised to consume us both. It was a silent, potent declaration, and I felt it in every nerve ending. “Do you have any idea how much I want you, Sarah?” he whispered, his voice low, rough, and dangerous. It vibrated through me, settling deep in my core. My breath hitched. I couldn’t look away from his steel-gray gaze. It was raw, hungry, and utterly commanding, stripping away all my defenses. My heart hammered against my ribs, a frantic bird trapped in a cage.