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When I reached her hips, I hooked my fingers in her underwear and pulled it off slowly, revealing her completely. She was glistening, already so ready for me. But I wanted to taste her first, wanted to make her fall apart before I took her. I settled between her legs and looked up at her. Her eyes were hazy with alcohol and need, her lips parted, her chest heaving with anticipation. “Watch me,” I commanded, and lowered my mouth to her. The first taste of her made my wolf howl. She was sweet and tangy and absolutely perfect. I explored her with my tongue, learning what made her gasp, what made her moan, what made her hips buck against my face.

CHAPTER TWENTY SEVEN: "Guilty secret. " //Chandra Margaret// Talking to Christian isn't that bad. Knowing that we actually kinda have the same interest with books. "What did you do at the back?" Seah curiously ask. I shake my head. "Nothing. I found the book that I wanted to re-read."

He held two glasses of wine. He walked over and handed her one. He sat on the arm of her chair, his presence a warm, solid weight against her shoulder. "What are you reading?" Cyprian asked, glancing at the black book in her lap. Vespera closed the book. She ran her hand over the silver title. "Our story," Vespera said softly. Cyprian raised an eyebrow. "Is it a tragedy or a comedy?" "It started as a tragedy," Vespera said. "Then it became a thriller. And I think..." she looked up at him, her mismatched eyes shining in the lamplight. "I think it ended as a romance."

“Look what I have.” “Is this my book?” she giggled as she recognized the cover. “Where did you get this?” “Belkin was telling us how you’re an author. I got a copy. I am very excited to read it. No wonder you are so brave and heroic when you write such stories.” “You do know this is a spicy book.” “Spicy? Cookbook?” “No. Sexy. It’s got a lot of sex in it. The main character has two penises.” “Lucky man! Is the book explicit?” he made wide eyes. “Does he use both penises?”

“Care to explain, why aren't we back in the hotel room?” I ask Spencer, trying to sound a bit irritated which I'm really not. “I can see through your lie so cut it out, Brown. You like it here more than you would have liked to be back in the room.” Spencer is too confident which means he really is sure about my reaction. When did I become an open book? When did he become so good at reading me? “It still doesn't answer my question, Mr.Cruiz.” I say instead, crossing my arms over my chest, trying to match his intimidating aura.

Your kindness and encouragement mean the world to me. Thank you for being part of this incredible journey. Let's keep the fire burning bright together. Chapter 33 and 34 are now in Puppy Love. ❤️

"Get your heads in the game! If I see one more lazy pass, you can all spend the rest of the week running laps until you puke!" Sloane’s voice echoed through the Chicago Storm locker room like a gunshot. She paced the length of the tiled floor, her footsteps heavy and uneven. Every time she shifted her weight, she felt a sharp, lingering ache between her thighs. The memory of the concrete floor and Tatum’s rough fingers flashed through her mind, making her core tighten. She was still sore, her pussy feeling swollen and sensitive from the intensity of their encounter in the tunnel. The physical reminder of Tatum’s dominance was driving her into a frenzy of irritation.

I cocked my head to the right in submission. "Take it." ♾ You've come to the end of this chapter. Thank You for reading Chapter Twenty-Eight| Intensity. Are you ready for the heat? Skip the next chapter. It is mature! Love, Coco

He pulled out so suddenly that a desperate, empty ache bloomed inside me, a hollow cry ripping from my throat before I could stop it. But Damien didn’t give me time to mourn the loss. His strong hands gripped under my thighs, spinning me effortlessly, lifting me like I weighed nothing. My legs wrapped around his waist on pure instinct, ankles locking at the small of his back, pulling him closer. The soaked lace of my panties was still twisted obscenely to the side, and the thick, throbbing head of his cock found my dripping entrance again, as if it knew exactly where it belonged.