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“Brayden, try to keep her calm for a moment. I’ll get Dilan. We need all three of us for this.” He left the room, the door clicking shut behind him. The second he was gone, I attacked Brayden’s mouth. I kissed him hard, biting at his lower lip until I drew blood. The moment the rich, smoky taste of his demonic blood hit my tongue, something shifted inside me. The sickening nausea from the forced blood earlier vanished completely, burned away like mist in sunlight. But the heat in my pussy only flared hotter, wilder. Brayden pulled back slightly, staring at me with wide, lust-filled eyes. “Your eyes… they’re red. Fucking beautiful. You look like you want to devour me.”

I sipped my wine while Sophia watched me deliberately. The atmosphere changed into a hot atmosphere. Ryan first peeled off his shirt revealing the hard lines of his chest. Jordan followed tossing his sweater aside. I also took off my sweater feeling the heat from the fireplace. Alex’s hand rested on my lower back, his thumb stroking slow circles that made my pulse quicken. Lena sat in just her bra and her panties now, her skin glowing under the firelight. Sophia wore a lacy black bra that cupped her breasts perfectly. I couldn’t stop noticing how her nipples pressed against the fabric of her bra and how my body responded with a warm pull between my legs.

I pulled out the latest BookTok darling from my backpack—the one with the cover everyone was blushing over—and flipped to where I’d left off. The girl in the book was officially snowed in at a remote cabin with her hot, brooding not-uncle and his even hotter sons. It was chaotic, messy, probably deeply inappropriate—and I was all in. I’d just hit the chapter with the spicy scene. You know the one. A fireplace. A blizzard. Tension so thick it needed a crowbar. I took a long sip of my lavender drink and sank deeper into the fantasy. This? This was exactly what I needed.

CONTENT: Big cock, passionate sucking, pussy rubbing, jerking off. CHAPTER 1 Sophia, an exhibitionist, enjoyed showing off her body, and this gave her so much excitement. This lifestyle had earned her lots of admirers. Her husband also liked the idea and encouraged her to do whatever her admirers asked her to do. It excited him to see her being led by vicious dominators. Sophia especially liked to submit to Derick, a guy she met on a dating/flirting website.

“I want to get you something sexy.” Kristen raised an eyebrow. “Only if you get something too.” Rachel smiled. “Deal.” Inside the shop, they were greeted by a woman in her forties. She had dark red lipstick, sharp cheekbones, and an elegance that drew the eye. “Can I help you ladies find something today?” “Yes,” Rachel said clearly. “I want to buy lingerie for my girlfriend and myself.” The woman blinked once, then smiled, her professional tone slipping into something warmer. “Of course. Let me get a few options.”

No flattery—just raw, honest truth spoken low against her skin. She reached up, threading fingers through the short, dark strands of his beard, feeling the coarse texture against her palm, and pulled him down. Their mouths met slowly this time—deep, languid kisses that tasted of woodsmoke, salt, and the faint metallic edge of arousal. Tongues sliding together in unhurried exploration, teeth grazing lower lips, breaths shared in the narrow, heated space between them. Rowan shifted over her, settling between her parted thighs, the heavy weight of his body pressing her gently into the blankets. His cock—already half-hard again—nudged against her slick folds, sliding through the wetness without

I thrust up, matching her rhythm, hands on her ass, pulling her closer. The desk creaked under us, books tumbling off. Our breasts rubbed together, nipples scraping, adding sparks. I sucked her neck, marking her with a hickey—mine. "I love you," I whispered, the words raw. "This fire between us—i want it to be real." She ground harder, clit swollen against mine, breaths ragged. "I love you too. We'll run away—somewhere no one knows us." The promise hung, sweet amid the sin.

I could feel the heat of his breath on my skin as he gazed at me, his eyes taking in every inch of me, his gaze hungry, possessive. He looked down at me with the kind of attention that made me feel both exposed and completely seen in ways that rattled me, deep inside. The silk of my lingerie clung to my skin, delicate and fragile in the face of the twisted heat of his presence. It was black, lace-trimmed, and barely left anything to the imagination. But the way Viktor looked at me made every inch of it feel like a sin, like he could tear through it with a single glance if he wanted to.