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he stammered with shaky lips, "No way Eric, you are just a pervert! Nothing else!" Eric let out a loud laughter, his voice echoed through the room, "Do you think that I didn't see you staring at us? I knew you were standing beside the door watching us, that was why I wrapped my arms around her because I could sense it in your eyes not jealous you are'' he smirked deeply, "Yet again, I am able to take whatever you love, easy and peasy without any difficulty" he laughed loudly, his eyes sparkled with nothing but evil. "Oh goodness, did I say too much?" Eric scoffed, "I know you have always liked Genevieve, her perfect body and all that ignited the monster in you and let your list shine forth a

I didn't want to push too far just a shot in the dark that we just might be one. "There is a lot more about me that you need to know Scarlett but whatever will be, I'll never let you go away. No chance. Don't know what we have shared right now..." I cut him in between. "It's the best intimacy we have shared Eric. For me, honesty is the best intimate thing two can share. We have shared the intimacy of thoughts. No physical desire can ever match this." I completed. Eric James Winslet Her words were intoxicating. Just to love. She did not even ask to be loved. It was rapture enough just to sit there beside her in silence, alone in that cold night in the white splendor of shine with the wind blo

The orgasm he had commanded out of me had been devastating, ripping through me with such force that I had bitten my own wrist to keep from crying out loud enough for Aunt Dolores or the other sisters to hear. The golden scar low on my belly glowed faintly beneath the thin nightdress, a warm, living pulse that matched the frantic beat of my heart. I pressed both palms over it, trying desperately to smother the heat, but the moment my skin made contact the warmth only spread lower, blooming between my legs like an answering flame. My breath hitched. This scar, the one Drake had sealed with his dragon scale after that botched theft, had never behaved like ordinary flesh. Tonight it felt alive w

They collapsed together on the bed, breathing hard, bodies slick with sweat and oil. But Damien still wasn’t satisfied. He pulled her on top of him in a 69 position and started licking her cum-filled pussy while she sucked his cock clean. They stayed like that for a long time — slow, sensual, and filthy — until he was hard again. He then fucked her one final time against the floor-to-ceiling window, her breasts pressed against the glass overlooking the city lights, as he railed her from behind with deep, possessive strokes. By the time the sun started to rise, Elena was a trembling, thoroughly used mess — covered in marks, oil, and multiple loads of Damien’s cum leaking from both her holes.

The whole day had been hectic. I took out a bottle of wine and poured myself some. I dropped onto the cushions, remote in hand, and flicked on the TV. Mindless noise to fill the silence. I scrolled through channels, news, reruns, some late night talk shows until I landed on a movie. One of those erotic thrillers, the kind with dim lighting and heavy breathing. I almost changed it, but the scene caught me. A woman alone in a lavish room, silk robe slipping off her shoulder, her hand trailing down her body as soft music swelled.

I pounded into her, hard and fast, each thrust driving out every last bit of restraint I had left. She was too warm. Too tight. Too perfect. Sin never felt this good. "You think this will cleanse you?" I hissed, teeth grazing her ear. "Letting me ruin you like this?" She nodded—shaking, helpless, a mess beneath my touch. But I knew better. She wasn't here for redemption. She was here to drag me down with her. And I was letting her. Gladly. She clenched around me, her body spasming as she came with a muffled whimper against my hand. That was all it took.

He groaned, his body tensing as he picked up the pace, his hips slamming against mine with a force that left me screaming. I could feel the rough fabric of the sofa beneath me, the cool air on my skin, the heat of Damien's body as he claimed me and made me his. "Emma," he growled, his voice a low rumble. "You're mine. All mine." I sighed, my body convulsing as another orgasm crashed over me, my screams filling the room. Damien continued to fuck me, his movements unrelenting, drawing out my pleasure until I was a trembling.

Immediately my breath gets heavy and my nipples gets hard just from his voice. Damien has a smirk on his face like he can read my nasty thoughts. He is wearing a sweatpant that sits low on his hips and his chest is completely bare. My eyes traces his V line, fuck…it looks hard and veiny with fine hair on it, I want to run my tongue all over him and then rub my nipples against till I cum on him. His own eyes are on me, my nightgown has been soaked through with sweat, hiding nothing to his hungry eyes. My stiff nipples are shamelessly showing through the gown, and my pussy throbs lustfully for him.

The friction on her clit felt so good she almost came right there. Professor Kane broke the kiss and looked down at her. His eyes were dark with lust. “Sit on the desk.” Sara did as he said, hopping up so her ass rested on the wooden surface. He pushed her skirt up to her waist and hooked his fingers into her panties. He pulled them down her legs and tossed them aside. Now she was bare in front of him. Cool air hit her hot, wet pussy, making her shiver. He dropped to his knees between her spread thighs. Sara’s heart raced. She looked down and watched as he leaned in. His breath brushed over her sensitive skin first, warm and teasing. Then his tongue licked a long, slow stripe from her entran

"I want... to be owned by you... as I have owned you. I want to feel the poison... of your skin... until there is nothing left of the Moretti name. Just... us." He grabbed her waist, his fingers bruising her skin, his strength a flickering, dying candle that refused to go out. He pulled her down, his mouth crashing against hers. The kiss tasted of salt, fever, and a desperate, terminal hunger. This was the "Explicit Erotic Romance" at its most visceral—a union occurring at the edge of the abyss.