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His Meera looks etheral, her long caramel hair cascading down till her waist, her skin porcelain, flushed with beautiful hue of red, the ambers of her eyes shone like fire due to sunlight on her face, her full plump pink lips smiling widely at the camera, her milky neck with beautiful moles on it looked inciting. She looked inciting, there is no one like her. And he will not let her go, never ever. “She is his, only his”. * Meanwhile ~ The room was dark and Abram walked inside his room, locking the door behind him. He rubbed his temple, as the migraine did not cease only increased. So much happened in just one day, he is married. He is married to the woman he wasn’t supposed to marry. A wom

They heat me up quickly and make me wild. This wine isn't meant to make one feel high. No. It's for creating that romantic moment. I always take it for Lysa because I never want her to think that her choices aren't welcomed. I take a few more sips, and I then take a large gulp and without swallowing, I pull her to me and feed her slowly as I kiss her. After I am done feeding her, I prolong the kiss as I suck on her tongue and I watch her go weak and I break the kiss.

“It’s just a dance, Alessia.” “It doesn’t feel like just a dance,” I murmured, my voice barely audible over the music. His smirk faded, replaced by something darker, more serious. “That’s because it’s not.” His words sent a shiver down my spine. The proximity between us was suffocating yet thrilling, a dangerous push and pull that I couldn’t seem to escape. “Do you enjoy making people feel this way?” I asked, my voice sharper now, though I wasn’t sure who I was angrier at—him for being so infuriatingly magnetic, or myself for not pulling away.

Korran She tried to flee, but I caught her by the neck and pinned her to the floor. “You did this!” I growled. My body ached with deadly desires. Her warm chocolate smell filled the entire room, leaving me salivating with extreme pleasures. “You poisoned me!” I said breathing heavily down her neck. My beastly cock rubbed against her pussy. I could feel the heat it produced, like a wolf in mating season. My body ached to drive my cock into her pussy. To feel that warmth surrounding my entire shaft. It had been long I groaned with such desires, since my last mate died.

I Sat back down and looked at my hands entwined with Irena's, she squeezed and I squeezed back, trying to comfort each other where words are useless. Everywhere was silent and we stared forward. Awaiting our doom. ¶•¶•¶•¶

"Yes, Babe go on." "You like that?" "Yes lick it more babe, hmm that's it you're hitting the spot." "Love it? Louder babe." "Oh yes, go on!" I am here in the dark garden with the guy, maybe God knows him, but not me. I missed this. It's been weeks since my last. He's so good. We met earlier and decided not to attend the poem reading. Well, this a lot way better than that. He stood up and kissed my neck. He faced me on the ground , I know what he wants. So I bent down , he raised my skirt up to my waist and he unbuckled his pants.

He furrowed his brows in confusion. >>>>>>>>>>>>>> From the Author: Hello guys, it's the Author, The story is gradually becoming intense, why did you think Damion, Damon demon's name pull him towards the scene. If you failed to read the Synopsis of the story, please read again. "Unending mysteries" Ever heard of Dark Romance?

"I promise that I will never hurt you, love. And that dark room, we will clean it up when she is gone and burn everything, is that alright?" "Yes. I don't want to know anything about that." He leans in and seals my lips with a slow, deep kiss. "I swear you won't. That is not for sane people like us. But at least you need to get the name right. It's BDSM." "I doubt I will say it right the next minute." "It doesn't matter. The only things you should always say correctly are the three words. I love you." Mmh. Someone is in a romantic mood. This dark grin in his eyes, the way his lips are plunging, and his expression turning cold at once? I know where this is headed.

...|<><>|...|<><>|... . The night had passed with Alessa pouring all her love into him, her heart overflowing with emotions. She believed that this night had been the turning point in their tumultuous relationship, a moment when she finally felt she had truly connected with Rican, her husband. Every touch, every kiss had been filled with genuine affection, her love for him shining through with each intimate gesture. She had dreamed of such a night for so long, and now that it had happened, her heart was full of hope and contentment.

" I check the clock. It's 4am. “Why not!” Zara calls back. “Grab whatever you want to cook. You’re the best!” “I’ll show you who’s the best!” he replies, something playful in his tone. Zara’s cheeks flush instantly. I roll my eyes. “I think he’s the one, Rave,” she whispers softly, her voice dropping into something almost dreamy. “I can feel it. It just feels… right. Safe. Like I’ve known him for years.” Safe. The word echoes in my head, hollow.