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when I reached for spices. I’d also done something else. When Claire wasn’t looking, I’d slipped a generous pinch of the ghost pepper spice mix Ethan loved into her serving of the sauce. The same spice she’d always complained about at family dinners—“too hot, too much, I can’t handle it.” She would always say. She hated it while He adored it. I smiled sweetly as I plated her food. Lunch started politely. Claire complimented Ethan’s cooking, laughed at his jokes, touched his forearm when she spoke. Every time her fingers grazed him, my stomach twisted with something dark and possessive.

I gasped and stood up fast, my chair scraping loud. In the sudden dark I bumped straight into him, his big body solid against mine. We were inches apart, his breath warm on my forehead, my tits brushing his chest with every quick inhale. I could smell him, feel the heat rolling off him, and my pussy clenched hard at how close his mouth was. “Dante…” I whispered, not pulling away.

hot, demanding, tasting like coffee and mint. His hands would slide roughly under my dress, fingers digging into my thighs as he ground his hard cock against me. I could feel the heat of his breath on my neck, hear his low, desperate groans every time he thrust deep inside me, filling me completely. My legs would shake around his waist while he fucked me hard and fast, sweat slick on our skin, my nails digging into his back as I cried out his name. Those nights left me sore, satisfied, and completely fucking his. Now we barely even touched each other except for quick kisses when we passed each other in the morning. Sometimes, he would text “I miss you” late at night from different countries

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Chapter 1: Caught in the Act I straddled on Professor Blake’s lap in his office, my short plaid skirt shoved up around my waist, my soaked black panties hanging off one ankle like a dirty little trophy. His thick cock was buried deep inside my dripping pussy, stretching me open as I rocked my hips in slow, lazy circles, taking every inch of him with each roll. I’d never been one for hitting the books hard. Studying felt like torture, so I’d found a much more appealing way to keep my grades up, and it was simple, riding my professor raw for hours. And it happened to work every single time.

Clara Vale lived on the 12th floor of an old, rundown building in downtown São Paulo. At 32, she was the undisputed queen of bestselling erotic romances. Her books sold by the thousands: Fuck Me Until Dawn, where the protagonist was destroyed by a mafioso with a 23-centimeter cock; Fireman’s Dick — the irony of fate hitting hard now — and her most recent one, Emergency Orgasm, which had spent three straight weeks at the top of the charts.

“They’re just fun to watch. Narcos, Peaky Blinders, Money Heist, Breaking Bad… They’re just so interesting.” Peter laughed. “With the money the bastards make from that business, I’d take a job in selling drugs over being a boring barman any day. Rotting away here for the rest of our lives, working our asses off… When there’s people who just have to sell a few drugs to make thousands and thousands. Shit isn’t fair.” I giggled in response. “You can say that again.” I trailed off my sentence, narrowing my eyes. “Peter, pour me a Jack Daniels. I’m gonna need some fuel if I’m gonna make it till the end of tonight with all these customers,” I sighed.

I watched it dazed and hazy disbelief as a thick line of spit landed on my core. Damian spat on me, on my pussy before he slammed right into me again. It was almost like I could feel it dripped down, mixing with my arousal as he fucked his spit into me. It was obscene and filthy, and my toes curled in a desperate attempt to not cum at that moment. “Sir–” I started pathetically, my voice cracking. “P-Please–” Damian didn't answer, and instead, he just buried his face in my neck again. I felt his teeth nip at the skin, the action almost like a warning before he bit down harshly.

THE END🥳❤️ THE END OF BURNING PASSION 🥳❤️ Thank you for reading and supporting this novel, if you enjoyed this erotic collection then it’s a must to read my second book “SINFUL DESIRES”, it can be found on any book platform and unlike this book, Sinful Desires are short short stories , so just sit back and enjoy a short blissful erotic stories THANK YOU AGAIN❤️!!

And this is how the last story about Light and Darkness that I wanted to present to you ends. It was certainly an extraordinary journey, showing different stories, but at the same time touching the same topic - can two such opposing poles as Light and Darkness connect at some point? I'll leave it to your own choice, but one thing is for sure - as Miyuki said in Book 4, wanting to stop the battle between vampires and wizards - Light and Darkness certainly couldn't exist without each other. If there was only Light but no Darkness, what would be its meaning? Likewise, if there was only Darkness in the world, wouldn't its existence be pointless without trying to "devour" the Light?