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He squeezes my hand gently, reassuringly. ~*~ That evening I'm laying in bed between two overgrown men, reading a book, but I can't concentrate. There's a craving I've been having since 2:30 this afternoon and I can't seem to get over it. I can't figure out what I want. It's driving me nuts. Everything else makes me vomit. I throw the book at the wall and grumble to myself. Kaden chuckles and Kol sighs. "Cravings?" "No shit!" I retort.

Kyra is his obsession, his punishment, and his prey. Steven Blackwood doesn’t love he dominates, he torments, he claims. Resistance brings pain; surrender brings chaos. Trapped in his mansion, surrounded by fear, jealousy, and the shadowed eyes of those who serve him, she must navigate a world where innocence is weakness and temptation is unavoidable. Every moment in his grasp threatens to break her, and survival is not escape, it is submission to a man who bends desire and fear into a power only he understands. In the hands of a devil who refuses to be denied, she may lose everything…even herself.

“I’ve been craving this for a week. Between work and… everything else, I didn’t have time. So don’t blame me if I’m savoring it now.” “Craving,” Mason repeated, his gaze burning into her, “that’s one word for it.” She gave him a daring smile, the kind that made his chest ache and his body tense all at once. “Don’t look at me like that, Mason. You’ll get your turn to satisfy my cravings later.”

The scent of Naelis’s hair, the heat of her skin against his, the way her voice sounded when she moaned his name. As the images of Naelis’s body flashed in his head, he felt his cock twitch. He had already broken his vow in the most fundamental way. He had tasted the forbidden fruit, and the hunger it left behind was a constant, gnawing ache that no prayer or meditation could soothe. Suddenly, the sadness he had felt earlier shifted into a strong wave of restlessness, which made him feel a strong rush of adrenaline. The air in the car suddenly felt too thin and the space too small.

he purred, tilting his head with dark hunger in his eyes as he sought another confirmation before acting on the dirty thought burning in his mind. I scoffed, heat pooling between my thighs. “You can fuck my pussy any way you crave, Blake. For the rest of the day this dripping pussy belongs completely to you… You’re free to ruin it, claim it, make me scream until I can’t take anymore.” I replied, my voice so husky and dripping with lust that it made Blake grow rock hard all over again while my own arousal spike as I watched his cock twitch in response.

with a sticky note marking a chapter about the first six weeks. He hadn't mentioned them. Hadn't quoted statistics at me about fetal development or offered unsolicited advice about breathing techniques. Hadn't done any of the things that a man reading pregnancy books might do to demonstrate that he was reading pregnancy books. He was just reading them. Quietly. Privately. The way he did everything that mattered to him, behind closed doors where nobody could see the effort. I didn't mention the books either. I just noted them. Filed them in the growing folder of evidence that Ezra Crane was trying to become a different kind of man than the one who'd built traps inside rescues and managed the

Maybe I should take my time and savor this forbidden moment. But I couldn’t. I was ovulating. I needed a dick that was veiny, hard, thick, and lengthy. Enough to make me see stars and scream profanities. Lastly, I required him. The man I have seen in every lusty image in my head. So I slowly wrapped my right hand around, and the response I got was a low groan. His cock pulsed in my hold, and I leaned down to kiss the pink mushroom head, bursting with precum.

He growled. Without saying anything, my hand closed around his dick harder, jerking it up and down slowly at first before picking up speed. "Suck it, slut. Wrap those sexy lips around my cock and choke on it." I obeyed, leaning down and taking the tip onto my mouth. Even though it was always obvious his cock was large, seeing and taking were completely different. My lips struggled to wrap around just the tip, and after taking it about halfway in, he grazed my gag reflex causing me to choke.

Adrian licked her through it, then stood, kissing her so she could taste herself on his lips. “Now, the real research begins.” He turned her to face the shelves, lifting her skirt again. His belt buckle clicked softly as he freed his cock, the head nudging her entrance. “Ask permission,” he murmured, teasing her slick folds. “Please, Adrian… fuck me among the books. I need you.” He pushed in slowly, inch by inch, savoring her tight heat. “So wet. So ready for your librarian.” Fully seated, he groaned low. “Fuck, you feel incredible.”

I couldn’t leave my room that day. Not after the close call. I stayed curled under the covers, body still throbbing from Mason’s tongue, mind replaying every filthy word and the dangerous hunger in his eyes. The ache between my legs refused to fade. I wanted him. Needed him. The forbidden pull had become unbearable. By morning, the craving consumed me completely. I slipped downstairs in nothing but a tiny pair of shorts that barely covered my ass, the fabric riding up with every step. The house was quiet. I poured myself a hot cup of coffee, the steam rising like my own restless heat.