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"You like it when I fuck you hard and deep." I nodded, my body trembling with pleasure. "Yes, Daddy," I shuddered, the endearment slipping from my lips. "Fuck me harder. Make me yours." Damien's grip on my hips tightened, and he picked up the pace, his hips moving fast, driving into me with a ferocity that left me breathless. I could feel every inch of him, stretching me, filling me, claiming me as his own. "Damien," I cried out, my body coiling tight with anticipation. "Oh god, you feel so good. So fucking good."

And somewhere deep inside, a hint of desire I don’t want to acknowledge. What does he want from me?

growled pace savage slide depths stars burst flames coiling violet haze teased skin heightened touch free hand roamed pinching caressing moans ecstasy built legs locked heels digging urging deeper. "Alexander yes like that fuck my dripping cunt harder," whimpered bond amplifying sensations blinding wolves rut mental savage climax ripped clenching tight followed thunderous roar spilling hot collapsing entwined sweat glow. "Deeper," gasped post release eyes tender feral. "Yes," moaned flames ruin sensual bodies lingering afterglow tracing scars whispering promises. Harmonies deepened refusals tempting edge. Unity forged world rewriting glow alliances iron echoes bound now.

He couldn't accept my rejection, couldn't comprehend the depth of my disappointment. "Whether right or wrong, I don't care anymore, what matters now is you, us," he said, his voice a low rumble, his words a desperate plea for connection. I stood there, caught between the intensity of his desire and the clarity of my own heart. The night was filled with unspoken words, with the echoes of a love that was both beautiful and dangerous.

It was a risk to delve deeper into its secrets, just as it was a risk to consider marrying someone whose true nature remained elusive to me. And then there was Mr. Blackwood, whose allure and dangerous charm tempted me to tread even further into uncertain waters. Each decision seemed to carry its weight of consequences, each path fraught with peril and intrigue. Yet, amidst the chaos of conflicting emotions and entangled relationships, I couldn't deny the exhilarating pull of the unknown, beckoning me to explore deeper into the mysteries that surrounded me. My phone's shrill ring pierced through the silence of the midnight hour, jolting me awake from deep thoughts. Startled, I fumbled to gra

Deeper, like he was trying to reach parts of me that had stayed hollow without him. “I dreamt about this,” he muttered, thrusting again. “Every fucking night. You. This. The way you hold me.” “I never stopped wanting you,” I breathed, hands cupping his face, guiding his mouth back to mine. “Never.” He moved faster. Not rough. Just more. More rhythm. More friction. More everything. Each thrust dragged against that spot that made me sob into his mouth. My cock, leaking between us, throbbed untouched, but I didn’t care. I just wanted him deeper. Closer. I wanted him to stay inside me forever.

She barely chewed before swallowing, desperate, mindless. Winter’s frown deepened, carving harsh lines across his scarred features. He had wanted to be the one to break her. He had savored the thought and imagined it all in detail—the slow, deliberate unraveling of that silver-haired defiance, the bending of her will until she knelt willingly and irrevocably at his feet. He had wanted the fire in her eyes to dim only under his hand, his command, his desire. He had wanted the pleasure of being the one to extinguish that spark, to reshape it into something that belonged only to him.

I want to be sure about something, and right now, I'm sure I want him to start moving his fingers. "The thought of what I want to do to you has kept me company through those nights. I'm done with imagining," he continues, twisting his fingers ever-so-slightly. Pleasure shudders through me to the point I'm left to dig my teeth into my lower lip to keep from moaning. I don't want to give him that satisfaction yet. He leans down to whisper in my ear. "I know it's wrong, to want you this desperately. But I'm done holding back."

This time he even explained what he meant. "What? Is he asking me if I want to get laid? Is he out of his mind?" I thought. I nodded to say no. But deep down I wanted to do it. A carnal desire which only few could resist. He ordered one of his men. "Untie him."

"who are you and what do you want?!" Amber commanded even though though fear could clearly be heard in her voice. She tried to look tough even though she was a wreck deep inside her. "Oh you are a tough one hmm, I love tough ones especially when I crack them. Don't you just love that?" The second man spoke looking at her from head to toe then looking at the third man like seeking for approval from him. "Yes I love that very much, and this one will be very fun am sure" he responded while licking his lips and walking towards her, he squatted to her lever then started brushing his finger against her face like rubbing dew from a leaf.