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With practiced ease, he opened the condom and rolled it on, never breaking eye contact with me. Xavier's kisses were intense, unlike any I had ever experienced before. He positioned himself at my entrance and entered me slowly, savoring every moment. Unlike our first time together, which had been rushed and frantic, this time, Xavier took his time and made love to me with passion. We continued to explore each other's bodies using different angles and techniques, always falling back into each other's arms, satisfied and peaceful. As I drifted off to sleep in Xavier's embrace, I realized I wasn't just falling in love with him; I had already fallen for him.

I wiped my tears, I will not let my heart live again, I will not yearn for his forgiveness, I have his hatred and this is the only way I could pay for what I did. "This is the only way I can redeem myself from killing my sister". *** This book is dark. The male lead is bad and will do much more bad things. And I know you feel like the fl is pathetic and weak but there are reasons. Don't give up, you won't regret it. Tropes: Character Development Love Non-consensual intimacy Drama Erotica There is a lot more to come, so stay tuned and keep on supporting me. Thank you Love Pia

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“OK.” He walks up to my room and then puts me on the bed. I push back my blanket; Darren comes over me and he unties my dressing gown. He hangs a bit on my chest, but he quickly pulls himself together. His lips rest on mine as a hand moves gently down my chest and stomach. I run my hands under his T-shirt, he’s muscular, I love it. He stands up to remove his belt, take my hands and tie them to my bed. “You have a dominant side; I did not know.”

SO HERE IS THE SYNOPSIS. [SYNOPSIS: "I thought you said you loved me wouldn't you want to treat me tenderly..?" I mutter confusedly."Oh, you think it's the same innocent love that you've been dreaming of. His eyes fade black towering over my body. "It's dark. Obsessive, possessive, impulsive, and chaotic. To the point, I think about chaining you up so you can't escape." _____________________________

The angry, shamed part of her still wanted to push him away, suspecting he had spent his absent night with another of his companions, and she remained stiff for a long moment, until his gentle mouth and softly caressing hands smoothed away her resistance. Their lovemaking was slow, almost tenuous, as they let their bodies speak all the things they both wanted to say. Or maybe she was misinterpreting his apologetic touches and soothing kisses. Perhaps she was fooling herself so she could continue sharing her body with him. Even the doubt of that couldn’t hold back her cries of passion, and she was eager for him when he lifted her thigh and entered her carefully, drawing out his possession unt

DARK DESIRES EPISODE FIFTY "I was drunk,You got me angry last night,I went off boundaries to force you to sleep with me,But I didn't use the right words to ask you about it,I'm sorry okay"He said more softly and I stared at me for a while. Who could believe that the ruthless Mafia boss is the one apologizing to me? "It's fine,I never said I'm angry"I mumbled staring at his tattooed chest, My eyes not leaving the beautiful tattoos.

I had thought back then that it would have been kinder, a closure that would have allowed him to move on with his life but it seems he has been stuck in the same purgatory as I. Devastated I had gone running to Papa but his face as I told him all was one of loss, I knew then there was no real way to defeat Damian. A glimmer, an idea from Papa to lessen the burden of my fate. A single night, a single gift from my true love. We had prepared and readied and as night fell Papa snuck me safely to Erik’s room. His face had been full of delight at the sight of me, boldly I approached him in what was supposed to be my wedding undergarment, light and soft material leaving little to the imagination.

Her reply wasn't what I sought for and she knew she failed me so she wasn't surprised when I angrily rose to my feet, heading to my room as tears brimmed my eyes and dropped freely. It all seemed hopeless. The Red Bone Pack were not normal wolves; they were lycans, a special breed created by dark magic. The witches of East Coven had made the first one, a mindless beast whose sole purpose was to protect them from their enemies. When the beast had gone rogue, he had attacked a wolf pack and had been captured, its blood extracted to be experimented on. Their Alpha had tested its blood on several wolves, creating a new breed of demonic wolves. Although they looked like wolves, their transformati

At least, my tolerance level is higher with him. At seven PM, he shot out of nowhere and waltzed into the studio with a pink bouquet—Pink? God! For two years we've been dating, and he still doesn't know I hate the color pink. If he even brought a black flower, I'd marry him right there. I swear to God. I'm not a normal romance girl; hell, I hate sweet cuddling, cutie, all butterflies and rainbows stuff. I want raw passion, dark obsession, bone-chilling love—call me weird; I don't fucking care.