Curvy Romance Mga Nobela at Kwento

When she returned, her cheeks were flushed, and her breathing had grown heavier. Riven had already lowered himself back into his large leather office chair, legs spread, his thick erection straining visibly against his trousers. He crooked a finger at her. “Come here.” Mirabel didn’t hesitate. She moved around the desk and climbed onto his lap, straddling him. Her tight skirt rode up high on her thighs as she settled over him, her soaked panties pressing directly against the hard bulge of his cock. The heat between them was intense. Riven groaned at the contact, his hands immediately gripping her ass, pulling her tighter against him. He leaned forward, burying his face between her full breas

Then he stood up and came around the desk and stood in front of me and his hands came to my face and he looked at me the way he looked at me when something had moved through him that was larger than words. "Luna Amara," he said quietly. "Do not make it a moment," I said. "Too late," he said. And kissed me. After I sat in the study alone for a while. The document on the desk. My grandmother's book beside it. The bond warm in my chest. Outside the territory was dark and the pack was settled and the east building sat at the edge of the grounds holding everything that had been built. Thursday. Five days. I opened my grandmother's book.

He leaned ever so slightly nearer, the small movement enough to charge the air between us, thick with something unspoken. I could feel the warmth radiating from him, catch the faint trace of his cologne mingling with the crisp scent of old books and polished wood. What unsettled me was what I did not smell. There was no sharp bloom of lust, no hunger clinging to his skin the way it always did with men. Desire, for my kind, had a scent. The curse made it impossible to miss. I caught it on Julian, thick and reckless. Sometimes even on Rowan, despite his restraint. On countless others who lingered too long, who watched too hard. But with him, it was different. I saw the desire in his eyes, in t

curvy and absolutely stunning body, Loosely curled hair swept across her collarbone, and the lips sported the kind of red that should be illegal. The boy next to her, tall and muscular, with hair slicked within an inch of its life, had his hand on her waist looking like he's about to cum in his pants already just by being next to her. Not professionally or objectively. He was holding her like he had no intention of letting her go. "Closer," Marco barked. The kid obeyed, moving so their hips struck. His fingers curled around her side, and I detected a very small tic in her jaw—the kind that said she saw but wouldn't break the pose.

Professor said as he introduced a new classmate in their class. "Come here, Mister" After the door slid, a man with blonde haired appeared, who was bent over and for a moment, stood up straight, Loki could see he had a figure with similarities to the blonde haired man yesterday." "I'm Louise, nice to meet you all. I’m from France. Hoping we can be friends " Louise said enthusiastically as he vowed his head as gentleman. Girls keep screamed of love and kept stared at how handsome he was. While Loki stunned, her fingers unexpectedly pointed at him.

If we had met in another place other than here, she would gulp down her saliva at the sight of me. No doubt I'm hot, I know that. Receiving compliments here and there had really boosted my confidence. I used to feel inferior about myself not until I reached puberty. All my skimpy dresses hugged my curves so perfectly. I was nicknamed curvaceous, 'curvy' for short. "Walk straight down and enter the first door by your right." She said as she pointed her finger directing me to the interview hall. "Thank you" I said to her. My eyes were fixed at the door and the only thing in my head was about the man I met at the club last night. If I could meet him again, I will gladly let him rocked his hips

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The curly blonde-haired girl, on the other hand, was just confused as she sized me up with her eyes. My eyes were locked on the handsome Alpha prince, so sexy and domineering with his Alpha aura filling the air. He had that bad boy enticing appearance that most ladies would love and his dreamy hazel eyes cute, but right there, I knew he wasn't for me. His eyes were brimming with disgust and anger as they gawked at me even with my mate scent.

He sighed. "He can love me but you shouldn't..." She frowned at him. "I don't care about the curse, Augustus... I am a human and sooner or later I am going to die... I am not greedy for a long life but whatever I have left, I want to live it with you... With your love..." She sighed. "I don't know why my life is like this, Since childhood I am deprived of love... I want you to love me for whatever days I have left with me... Can you do that?"

It had to be a lie—I was pretty certain Curtis couldn’t remember any of the women he slept with in the last month, let alone the one he lost his virginity to. “You don’t have to worry about that.” I told him. He frowned. I thought he was going to argue about me not being certain of the future, but then he askes, “Are you asking me to fuck you?” “No.” And I needed my head checked for even considering it. But again, maybe this was the one of those one-in-a-blue-moon times when I could take what I wanted. ‘No, Angelika. It doesn’t matter if the moon is blue or red. Curtis Arciero is the enemy.’