Desires Die Hard Anya And Evan Novel นิยาย & เรื่องราว

And she couldn't get enough of him. I wish he could stay all day, and what? wake up Blair, he's a cop. You need to keep your distance... "I will go, and yes... you're holding me back, in a good way Blair. I like it. Text me okay?" His words made her happy, she was feeling like one of those characters that she would read on her kindle. She was a sucker for romance books, her marriage was supposed to be her ever after as the books had recited over and over again. But it was her tragedy, there won't be a happy ending with her. Not even with Ian.

Back at the couch, my own release hits me. I grunt, stroking furiously as ropes of semen shoot across my stomach. I opened my eyes while the fantasy faded. “Am done waiting, I must have you Anna.”

Alexander and Lena both reached down with one arm each— They grabbed Jay— Elias pushed— Jay flew upward— Alexander grabbed Elias’s wrist— The vent slammed shut— CLANG. Elias screamed as his hand was nearly caught, but Alexander yanked him free at the last second. They collapsed into the snow. Panting. Alive. Barely. The ground rumbled beneath them… As the entire hidden lab sealed shut forever below. FINAL LINE OF THE CHAPTER And as Lena lay unconscious in Alexander’s lap, the snow around them trembled — the fragments inside her pulse beating louder than her own heart.

“I told him to go for it. I told him you might be open to it... if he made his feelings clear. Of course, he waited too long.” My brows shot up. I knew the surprise was written all over my face. Honestly, I could hardly believe it. Damien Volkov—the cold, commanding shadow of a man—wanted me? He was the type of man people whispered about. A man of secrets and silence. A man so unreadable even the air seemed to step aside for him. And yet... he wanted me? It felt unreal. Like something that had been pulled from the edge of a dream. “He’ll make you happy, Lil,” Ana said firmly, her voice full of conviction. “Russian men are brutal, yes, but they love the mothers of their children more than any

BLURB “Does my brother fuck this cunt this good?” he growled, yanking onto my hair harshly as he pounds into me ruthlessly, eliciting helpless moans from me. “No…” I whimper. ••• To her boyfriend, Ariana Denvers was the prudish, stuck up girlfriend who was sexually boring. Despite the manipulation, Ariana convinced herself she loved him until she found him cheating on her with another woman. That night, all Ariana wanted was to let loose sexually and be ravaged without mercy. Her internal wish brought her in contact with a ruthless, mysterious man who gave her the best night of her life. But then, when Ariana found out that the same man she fucked was her boyfriend's older brother, how does

Eva had woke up later at night and as usual the first thing that she always wants to do is to eat something, most times she tries to convince herself that it was just the pregnancy cravings but deep down she has always known that is not all about the pregnancy cravings but also having in mind that she could end up dead anytime so she is basically trying to eat all she can before anything happens. Eva knows that she could die anytime soon but she never thought that childbirth will ever be the death of her. Reoccurring what happened earlier with her baby she has to embrace the fact that the child she is struggling so hard to protect from its devilish father could actually be the death of her.

The sensation pushed me over the edge, and I came inside him, my hands gripping his hips. He collapsed on top of me, both of us wet with sweat and cum. I wrapped my arms around him, holding him close. We lay there until the room grew dark, soon the sounds of his family returning home drifted up from downstairs. His mother's voice, calling his name, footsteps on the stairs. "Shit," Evan whispered, scrambling off me. "Get dressed. Quickly." We fumbled for our clothes, pulling them on in a panic. I was still buttoning my jeans when his sister knocked on the door.

KANE’S POV: 7 years, 5 months, and 1 week. That’s how long I’ve lived with my heart broken into pieces, turned stone cold. All because of a girl I loved—no, a girl I was obsessed with. What I felt for Anya wasn’t just love. It was deeper than that, darker. It was an obsession. Even as teens, I knew I’d do anything to make her happy. I wanted her to myself forever. But she crushed that dream in one clean stroke.

"Eve, I really have to go now." I was still drunk, but not so drunk that I was about to try for a second move. He said he had to go, he had to be somewhere. I looked into his eyes and in that moment, my mind said words I dared not say aloud, I want you, I want you so much, I want to hold you and kiss you and never stop kissing you. You're my prince. The man I've always dreamed of. And yes, he could have had me any way he wanted me, he could have had sex with me, taken me over and I would have surrendered myself to him. I was (and still am) a believer in safe sex. But he could have ravished me and shot me full of cum and I would have thanked him for it. But he was a gentleman and like he said

So, I continued to buck my hips back and forth, my breasts moving against his chest and my pussy exploding around his cock. Dr. Evans grunted and shoved his hips up toward me, pushing his cock as deep as he could get it. He grasped a fistful of my hair and forced me down to him. “Your pussy just milks my fucking cock, Erica, so fucking well. Take every drop of my cum, you little whore.” And to make sure that I pleased Dr. Evans enough, I continued to buck my hips until every last drop of his cum was buried deep inside my pussy. Then, I collapsed onto him, feeling nothing but calm for the first time today.