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I looked up, about to curse at him, but then I saw his nostrils flare and his eyes turn a fervid yellow. In a split second his palm curved around my nape and his lips crushed mine in a hard kiss. Something hot burned to life in the pit of my stomach, and I realized it wasn't anger; it was desire. Hot. Consuming. And spreading through my veins. Something snapped within me, and with a moan my arms went around his neck, my lantern slipping from my hand. At what seemed like my surrender he growled low in his throat, pulling me flush against his body and sliding his other hand down my shorts, cupping my bare butt. I should've been offended, but instead all I could think about was what sex with th

Alex groaned one last time, pumping Amanda full of his cum in her ass, cum leaking out around his shaft. We collapsed tangled, our bodies slick with sweat and cum. I looked out the window admiring the hill view which twinkled with distant party lights, but here, it was spent with perfect bliss.

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.

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.

With a smirk on her face, she pressed her lips against the crook of his neck, darting her tongue to taste that damned Adam apple that teased the hell out of her. Her breath lingered on his skin as she gave him a soft sensual caress, her fingers sending jolts of electricity through him. A sense of intense arousal coursed through Dylan as she stuck her tongue into his earlobe. His d**k rocked hard, and there was a huge bulge in his pants. It took a lot of self control for him to restrain himself from bending her over and fucking her so hard. Damn. She's an innocent slut. Brittany grazed his neck with her nose to sniff him, her fingers buried in his spiky hair.

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

I said and pull him in the counter bar. After one hour the crowd is already wild and my head is like spinning I can feel Henry's hand on my legs and caress it seductively and kiss me on my neck and suck it gently. A moan scape to my mouth when he sucks my neck. My body starts to feel the heat and my pussy is starting to get wet. "Come on Ria," He said and carried me. He pinned me on the door and kissed me aggressively. He keeps sucking my neck down to my breast and suck my tits also.

His face was flushed, jaw tight, eyes burning with possession and something that looked terrifyingly like love. Sweat glistened on his chest where his shirt hung open. Every deep thrust pushed a broken moan from my throat. The third orgasm built slower but heavier, coiling tight in my core until it exploded long, rolling waves that left me shaking and sobbing beneath him. Lucas cursed, drove deep one final time, and came with a guttural groan, pulsing hot and thick inside me as he collapsed over my body. We stayed locked together, breathing ragged, his weight a heavy, grounding comfort.

His hand moves down to hold my waist into his warm hand and his head moved to plant soft kisses down my throat. I close my eyes at the sensation before his warm breath was back hitting my warm face, my eyes almost turning into a black color. "So fucking delicious" I gasped again when I feel something hard poking my cloth wet area. He planted soft kisses on my cheeks nose eyes before moving them again to my lips. This time he kiss me slowly as if he was afraid that he might hurt me or as if I was something fragile, easy to break off. He places his forehead against mine and closes his eyes, he let out a sigh before slowly rubbing our noses together,