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That night, I had a very detailed sexual dream, so intense it was like a living reality. In my dream, I found myself standing in our bedroom, my eyes drawn to the figure of Elysia, who was bound to the large, four-poster bed. She was dressed in nothing but a scrap of red silk that barely covered her, her skin glowing like freshly-fallen snow against the deep mahogany. Candles flickered around the room, casting dancing shadows over her body, and the scent of musk and vanilla filled the air.

She tapped the gem. “It’s pink sapphire.” Tiernan knelt down to her level, rubbing his thumb over her lower lip. “The color made me think of your lips just after a long kiss.” She leaned forward to offer him one, clutching the box securely in one hand while grasping the front of his military uniform jacket with the other. The kiss left her dizzy, with her pulse racing and body tingling. When he pulled back, he said in a soft voice, “It also made me think of your pretty little pussy spread open, waiting for my cock.”

Disclaimer!!! : Explicit erotica concept, raw and unfiltered desires. BDSM and Kink. Triggering themes. Do not go any further if you are not ready for the heat. No Intro, go in blind and enjoy the outcome. ----- ZINNIA’S POV I gasped as I moaned out my husband's name. I arched up towards him as he stroked my pussy with his cock. I writhed against the bedsheet moaning out loudly. “Fuck Ryder….oh babe!” I watched my husband slip his cock out of my pussy and give me a spank on my ass. Making me scream, and coming back to reality.

She stared at the message. Who would send this? She quickly typed back: "Who is this?" No response came. Her heartbeat quickened. She read the message again. And again. Then looked up at the window-drawn shut. Her apartment felt colder. This wasn't just pretending anymore. She might be stepping into something darker than she ever imagined. Sienna checked her front door. A single red envelope lay on the welcome mat-unmarked. Inside was a solitary photo: of her and Damien from tonight, taken from across the street.

He uses his teeth, nipping the sensitive skin until I cry out. My back arches off the desk as his tongue swirls around the hard tip. When he pulls back, my skin is glistening with his spit. "You've imagined this, haven't you?" he mutters against my skin. His hot breath sends fresh sparks down my thighs. "Me ruining you on this desk... Me marking every inch of you." "Yes," I whimper. My hands tangle in his hair, pulling him closer. "Every night. I touch myself thinking about your hands on me. Thinking about your cock inside me."

There are garters attached that clip to sheer stockings. I look at myself in the mirror and barely recognize the woman staring back. Confident. Sexy. Powerful. Damon’s mate. His Luna. His wife-to-be. I open the bathroom door and step out. Damon’s sitting on the edge of the bed, and the second he sees me his eyes go molten gold. “Fuck,” he breathes. “Maya. You look…” He can’t seem to finish the sentence. I walk toward him slowly, swaying my hips, feeling powerful under his hungry gaze.

His eyes, two dark embers, say it all: I need you now. I don't move. Not right away. I see his pupils dilate, eager. She licks her lips, and this time, it's me who's losing my patience. With a sudden movement, I grabbed her by the waist, my fingers digging into the silk of her dress as if I could tear it just by touching it. She gasps as I pin her against the wall, the cold marble against her back, her breasts crushed against my chest. His mouth opens beneath mine before I even kiss him, his lips soft and warm, his tongue seeking mine with a desperation that makes me groan. She has this taste, this mixture of red wine and something darker, more personal, as if her desire had an aftertaste of

She shouldn’t feel this. She shouldn’t want this. But forbidden things always tasted stronger before they were touched. And Daniel—he was all forbidden edges and irresistible gravity. “You’re playing with fire,” she whispered. “No,” he said, his tone was thick with desire as he was not bothered to hide it anymore. “I’m acknowledging it.” Mara turned fully toward him, and the air between them shifted instantly—charged, and breathless. The wind lifted her hair, brushing it across his jaw. His eyes flicked to her lips, a flicker so quick yet so hungry that it felt like a touch.

She did not push, just soothed the swollen flesh until I relaxed again. “You are glowing,” Mia murmured. She kissed my breast, licking a slow stripe over my nipple before resting her head there. “Even more beautiful covered in us.” I ran my fingers through her dark hair, then reached for Sophia’s hand. Their skin felt hot and silky under mine. The golden lights above us made everything shimmer. I listened to their breathing, the soft wet sounds when they leaned over me to kiss each other gently. Their lips met with lazy affection, tongues barely touching, like they were still sharing the taste of me between them.

The robe slid from my shoulders with a whisper and pooled at my feet, leaving me bare beneath his hungry gaze. “You just didn’t see me,” I whispered, pulling him into another heated kiss, unwilling to let a single second slip away. His lips claimed mine with urgency. He sucked gently on my lower lip while I nipped at his upper, parting for him. Our tongues tangled, hot and reckless, igniting sparks that raced through my veins. His hand slid firmly around my waist, drawing me flush against his body until there was no space left between us. The kiss deepened, consuming, as if neither of us could get enough.