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Damien leaned over me, his chest pressed to my back, one hand sliding up to wrap around my throat possessively while the other reached around to rub tight circles on my clit. “You like that?” he growled into my ear, his hips snapping relentlessly. “You like being bent over your boss’s desk like a whore? Getting fucked where anyone could walk in and see you?” His dirty words sent me spiraling. My pussy clenched around him rhythmically, the pressure building fast and intense. It really had been so long since I’d felt anything this good, this raw. Every thrust made my toes curl in my heels. Every filthy word made me wetter.

His cock twitched traitorously in his sweatpants. Later that night, after Damien had gone to shower, Elias couldn’t take it anymore. He lay on his bed, hoodie pushed up to his chest, sweatpants shoved down just enough. His hand wrapped around his hard, leaking cock, stroking slowly at first, then faster. His eyes were closed, breath coming in soft, desperate pants. In his mind, it wasn’t some vague fantasy, it was Damien’s strong hands pinning him down, that deep voice growling filthy things into his ear while…

But when Morana nodded and allowed Daniel to do what he should have done, it was at that moment that Daniel didn't hold back at all anymore. Beat after beat that made the bed under them creak, mixed with the sighs of the two of them. It is this sound that dominates the hotel room they occupy. Echoing between the bedroom walls and bouncing off the ceiling… The moonlight that penetrates in, becomes a silent witness for the two people who are pushing themselves to achieve worldly pleasures that cannot be described in words. Again and again… They did it all night… # # # The room was dark and gloomy because none of the lights were on, while the owner was holding his cellphone tightly and standing

It was intoxicating, the rawness of it all, the way he controlled her, the way she surrendered to him completely. “Look at me,” he demanded, his voice low and rough. “I want to see your face when you fall apart — when you cum.” “Oh, God!” she cried out, her voice cracking with unrestrained pleasure. I closed my eyes, but it didn’t help. I could still hear everything, feel everything. My body was tense, my skin flushed. A deep, unfamiliar ache stirred within me, something I didn’t want to admit. Why is this affecting me like this? I thought, shame clashing with a yearning I couldn’t explain.

His groan is guttural, body shuddering against mine as he fills me. We stay locked together, panting. He presses soft kisses along my spine, then pulls out carefully. I collapse on the bed, boneless and thoroughly fucked. My body hums, every inch sore and satisfied. Damien climbs beside me and pulls me into his chest. He brushes damp hair from my face, then places a surprisingly gentle kiss on my forehead, lips lingering. His voice drops to that cold, possessive tone that sends a shiver through me. “No going back, Elena. You’re a Blackwood now.”

I couldn't help but look down at his pants, savoring the feeling of his erect cock on my skin, wanting it so bad inside me that nothing else mattered at the moment. For a moment, I was in awe of what I had become. This man kidnapped my mother and I, and is forcing me to become his sex slave, and instead of being repulsed by him and his very existence, I find myself wanting his touch. "Do you want it?" He leaned in, his fingers digging into my sides as he brought his face closer to my ear. He breathed down on my neck, his warm breath making my back arch in want. "Admit it Elena, you want me just as much as I want you. You're drawn to my darkness, you can't resist me." He mocked, whispering in

Well, I can't fuck myself, someone has to do the fucking" I replied. He chuckled. I returned to his cock, sucking like a slut in heat. I made sexual sounds to excite him; years of watching p**n and reading erotic stories had taught me that men love hearing erotic moans from women, even if they are just for effect, not because my pussy is actually getting stimulated. The New York best selling romantic novels were my best companions during my college days.

He said, and without warning, he sank his teeth into my sweet spot, claiming me as his. I felt my body shudder all over him. I saw Razor in my mind's eyes, and I felt our connection snapping into place. Aeron was so powerful that I felt the energy in my body draining quickly. Along with his bond came a force of Darkness. Delicious and powerful, I welcomed it as I rode my orgasms. The same Darkness that had caressed me in my sleep, the very Darkness I had come to love. I felt my teeth elongate, and Xia sank her teeth into Aeron's flesh, claiming him as ours, too. It was draining, but the connection became complete. I heard Aeron growl from the intensity of the current that moved between us.

Breaking away from the kiss for air, she sighed and smiled down at him. “You know, for someone who is so shy when it comes to intimacy and topic of sex, you really do know how to use your hands..and tongue." She giggled. “Well." He smiled, squeezing her butt harder, making her gasp. “ Remember that novel I saw in your house?” “Which one?” She moaned. “I have lots of them” “ The one titled ‘Last Night.' " He winked at her. “The erotic one.” “Oh.” She replied as her eyes went wide in realization.

My pussy walls squeezed his big cock like a tight fist, and I started screaming into the bed as another huge wave hit me, shooting my wet juices all over his dick. Callan let out a loud, scary roar from the back of his throat. He pushed his dick in as deep as it could possibly go, pinning me flat against the mattress, and started shaking violently as he shot huge, hot loads of cum deep inside my pussy over and over until we were both totally soaked in sweat and breathing hard on the messy bed. We didn't stay still for long. After only a few minutes of trying to catch our breath in the dark room, the crazy heat between us started up all over again.