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Our bodies pressed flush together, and I gasped into his mouth at the new closeness. His hand slipped under the back of my shirt, his warm palm gliding slowly up my bare spine. I shivered violently at the skin-to-skin contact, a rush of goosebumps spreading across my body. The sensation was electric. I had to break the kiss, pulling back with a shaky breath. We stared at each other, our faces inches apart, both breathing hard. His eyes were dark with passion, pupils blown wide. My heart was racing so fast I felt dizzy. “You’re so pretty,” he whispered, his voice rough and full of want.

The young woman sitting by me stopped her game and watched me rant in astonishment. When I ran out of angry words, she clapped her hands in succession, and it echoed in the silence. "Well said, Princess, but I think someone lied to you, just like they lied to some of them over there," she said, pointing to a point in the room's corner. "Over there in the blue dress is Princess Kit of the Blue Brook Pack. She was given away as an alliance gift to the Lycan King and found herself as a slave here the very next day. Following her is Princess Yvette from the distant pack region of the werecats. She was told that she was to be matched with the Lycan Prince. She has not gotten over the deceit that

Before I could respond, his lips brushed the side of my neck again, softer this time, lingering there just long enough to make my pulse race. My hands slid upward without thinking, gripping his shoulders as he leaned closer. “Vince—” But the moment I said his name, he lifted his head again and kissed me once more. This time the kiss was deeper. His hand slid from my waist to my back, pulling me closer until there was almost no space left between us. The warmth of his body seeped through my clothes, making it impossible to ignore how close we were. My thoughts tangled together and for a moment the world outside the room simply stopped existing.

I begged her with lots of crying n drama to convince her to move in with me. Aarti, a real beauty, she is an artist And me, I am the agony aunt of our group, I have done my degree in management and I am working as a personal assistant to the CEO of Carter Industries. My love life? You need to read this book to know. ______ Hey Readers, I am starting with my first book at Goodnovel I want to thank all of you for giving me love and confidence to start with this story. Hope you all will like this one. Thanks

she whispered, her voice barely louder than the tide, yet it carried an incredible weight. I didn't answer with words. I stepped into her space, my hands finding her waist, pulling her flush against my chest. The touch was electric, a sudden release of all the built-up tension, the trauma of the past year, and the profound relief of finally being safe. When my lips met hers, the kiss wasn't gentle—it was deep, hungry, and full of a fierce possession that we no longer had to hide. [LEXIE NGUYEN]

He just shut the door behind him and began gesturing into the room, his eyes dragging across every inch of her body. Isadora’s body quivered from within, the look in his eyes stirring up something rough and dangerous within her. But she shut it out. Because… she couldn’t be dripping or desiring him again, like he and his brother didn’t fucking ruin her body like she was theirs to greedily ravish. “So, you are into stuff like this?” Damian asked, raising the book that she was reading. It was a dark romance, and the title was enough introduction about what the book contained.

I know my clitoris will be swollen by tomorrow. I feel someone pulling me up and some minutes later, I'm enveloped my something warm. Is this aftercare? I've never experienced it before. But I'm too tired to swat him up, to tell him that I can take care of myself. Maybe it's because I simply can't shoulder the… romance of this? Only real lovers gives aftercare. Damien and I are not one. He lathers my body with a scented shampoo and cleans my core with a wet towel. Even though I'm tired and I feel like I might die if I have another orgasm, I still moan when his fingers and the towel brushes over my core.

Then his mouth closed over hers, and he didn't wait for her to respond, ravaging the inside with such a heathen, desirous demand that it left her breathless. "Yes," she replied with a sweet moan. His mouth dipped to her neck as his warm tongue graced her skin, teasing her throbbing veins between kisses. Every flick of his tongue and every nibble of his teeth fueled her passion, nourishing her and making her hungrier all at once. Then her lips found his neck. Too impatient to tease, her lips tasted his sweet, lustful skin. His groan spilled into his mouth like the sweet nectar of honey. They kissed deeply, their longing fueled by emotion and desire, and their relief at seeing each other every

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Walking around the huge library Dex had in his home, I admired his collection of books. I ran my fingers over the first-edition Shakespeare books. I held my breath, scared to breathe on them. "You don't have to be afraid to touch them. They're yours." I look over my shoulder at him quickly while giving him a shocked look. "Mine?" He cackles as he strolls up to me. He places his hands on my waist, sliding them down. His hands slip under my summer dress to corress my ass. I gasp as he picks me up.