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His hands traced along her sides, mapping her as if she were his canvas, every touch deliberate, every brush of his fingers a stroke of ownership. Clothes became a blur, shed between kisses and whispered breaths. Each layer peeled away until nothing stood between them, nothing but skin and heat and the storm outside that seemed to echo their every movement. The sheets tangled around their bodies as Damien pressed against her, his hands everywhere, his lips trailing fire down her neck, her collarbone, lower still. Lena arched beneath him, her fingers gripping his shoulders, nails dragging along his skin. “Damien…” Her voice broke on his name, a mix of plea and surrender.

His hand stopped its lazy exploration of my breast. “N-no,” I stuttered, afraid I had offended him. In one smooth motion, he rolled me onto my back and settled between my spread thighs, caging me beneath his powerful body. His dark eyes burned into mine with raw intensity. “Then why don’t I show you that you are mine… and no one else’s.” --- He didn’t wait for my answer. Lord Blackwood kissed me deeply, claiming my mouth as he positioned himself at my entrance. I was still sore from last night, tender and sensitive, but the moment the thick head of his cock pressed against me, the ache turned into something hotter.

“And now… now you’re standing here, naked, knowing I was the one who was going to walk through that door.” She opened her mouth to speak, probably to deny it all, to weave another layer of deception, but I didn’t let her. I was done with words. I was done with her games. My cock sprang free from my pants, thick and angry, a testament to every night I’d spent in torment, every stolen glance, every forbidden thought. I stroked it once, twice, my eyes burning into hers, letting her see the full, raw extent of what she had unleashed. “If you want to taste daddy so bad,” I said through clenched teeth, the words a venomous promise, “if you want him so fucking much, then crawl to me. Right fucking

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I leaned back against the smooth, cool marble edge while my hand slid between my legs almost immediately, fingers parting my swollen folds as I let out a shaky breath. I was still soaked, a humiliating mix of my own arousal and Richard’s pathetic load. I opened the hidden browser on my phone, the one I kept password-protected, and went straight to my favorite BDSM site. My fingers trembled with need as I typed in the search bar: “dominant muscular man ruins married woman.” The video loaded. It was exactly what I needed tonight.

I stammered. “I see.” He smirked and continued walking. “So what do you think of erotic books? Do they convey the messages purely like movies do? The expressions, the feelings… everything.” I gulped. “It all comes down to how good the writer is.” I said, trying to steady my voice. “I most times prefer to read erotic books instead of watching erotic movies. “Interesting,” he smiled. “We really do have a lot in common.” “Do you get the urge to do it when you read them?” he continued.

“That is my good little witch. Already addicted to demonic seed. Your mortal body is changing. Soon you will beg to be taken to my realm. To be my eternal breeding whore.” He fucked me through three more shattering orgasms, filling me again and again until cum poured out of me in glowing rivers every time he thrust. My thighs were soaked. My ass leaked from the tentacle play. My mind floated in a sea of corrupt pleasure. When he finally lowered me to the floor, I collapsed in a trembling, cum-soaked heap. My belly looked slightly swollen. My pussy pulsed visibly, still leaking his glowing essence. The taste of him lingered on my tongue. The scent of sex and demonic musk clung to my skin.

“Rub that pretty pink pussy on me until you fall apart, baby. Ride me like the filthy little thing you are.” God. Something inside me snapped. My hips rolled faster, rougher, the fabric dragging across my clit so perfectly I could barely sit upright. My nails dug into his skin and Alaric let out a low groan. He barely felt pain, but he felt it underneath my touch. Something about that seemed so personal… so erotic. I could hear the distinct sound of a phone buzzing somewhere but it was drowned out by all the noise I was making. “You’re close already, aren’t you?”

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The kind that opened up to her secret world of sexual vices. She couldn't catch her breath. He wasn't giving her a chance to. Hence, gradually, she succumbed. Lyons hitched up her skirt, as he caressed her thighs. The movement sent shock waves down her spine and even though Leah's instinct told her that this wasn't right, she continued in the act. His hands made it into her panties, just as his kisses had descended to her neck. Leah moaned in outright delight. She tried, tried so damn much to bottle in the moan, but the burst of pleasure emanating from her crotch was too fucking much.