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She was still nude beneath the skirt, hot and swollen with desire. "Fuck!" Christian swore when she hiked up her skirt, revealing her shaved beauty between her legs. Gosh, Isabelle couldn't wait to feel him without barriers. Her body shook, with the intensity of her desires heightening. She could feel the familiar aching sensation in her core, demanding to be dealt with. "Christian." She whimpered.

It was down to her waist but I was not sure because she was lying flat on the floor and I was on top of her. Her soft slender hand gripped my forearm, my muscles rippled at her contact. She was more beautiful than the description of Aphrodite and Psyche. She parted her soft luscious lips when my sculpted chest shifted against her soft feminine front. I smirked at her. Fuck! I want to have her. I want to feel the taste of those plum little petals which were her lips.

Perrin Her body was soft and supple, warm beneath my hands. I craved her, driven mad by the desire to have her. But I also wanted to explore her, worship her, and give her the divine pleasure she so righteously deserved. Her body lay uncovered in the soft sheets of my bed. She practically glowed, her skin lumiscencent from the soft case of moonlight from the window. The early morning cast long shadows through the window, but left the curves of her body on full display.

I crave what he will do next, how he will claim every part of me. “You are mine tonight, Jade,” Tovi whispered, his voice rough with desire as he peeled off my panties, leaving me completely exposed. His gaze traveled over my body, lingering on my breasts, my hips, the wetness glistening between my thighs. “I want to taste you everywhere, make you feel every inch of pleasure you deserve.” I shivered under his scrutiny, my nipples hardening further in the cool air. “Please, Tovi. I need you to touch me, to make me yours.”

Fuck, she’s gorgeous. My dick throbs and my mouth waters at the thought of tasting the sweetness between her legs. I've spent countless nights jerking off to her nudes and her video, and now, now that she's right here in front of me, all I can think about is experiencing the real thing. The desire to taste her, tease her, and then fuck her until she screams like she does in that video consumes my every thought. No, I don't want pictures of Mindy Williams. I have no interest in having digital data of her. I want her. Her body. Her personality. To have her completely to myself, in the flesh and blood.

Why am I having such a hard time resisting her right now? She took a napkin from her purse, dabbing it on her neck and chest, before stuffing it back in there quickly. “Wouldddd you hold me, loverrrr boy?” she asked, sticking out her bottom lip and batting her eyelashes. I grabbed onto her hand, pulling her flush with my body. Taking a deep breath, I inhaled the alluring scent that she was emitting. Fuck. I want her so badly. I leaned down, filling my lungs with her. Our skin touching was lighting a fire inside of me. Desire. Want. Need. I held onto her. Running my hands along the curves of her body.

Desire was no longer something physical — it was an overwhelming force. She consumed him. The image of her appeared without permission. Naked. Lying on the grass, her red hair spread like an invitation to ruin. Her arms outstretched, her body warm and offered. She was calling him, between fear and desire, begging him to take her. The scene was so vivid he could swear he heard her. “She wants to be fucked, Dmitry… Until she loses her mind. She wants your scent, your taste… She wants you coming inside her and marking her from within!”

he murmured, not standing from the bed but not looking away either, “If you keep looking at me like that, I won’t stop pretending that this is nothing.” She did not look away. She did not move nor breathe. And in that moment—a burning, fragile moment—their desire stood naked between them, undeniable and dangerously close to breaking. Not touching. But wanting. God, wanting. And wanting, she realized, was far more powerful than she had ever expected.

While the song Desire by Meg Myers is playing in the background. With a shaky breath, Destiny says, “As you wish, my love.” And begins to undress while keeping her gaze on me the entire time. All I can do is stare at her beautiful body as I strip myself bare, letting her gawk at my body with those beautiful electric blues that show me the desire this woman has for me. She lays there in all her nakedness, arms above her head, legs spread wide open for me to come invade what is mine. Her hair cascaded all over the pillow, looking like the goddess she was. She was stunning, and she was mine. A growl leaves my mouth, and I inhale her scent. A mixture of Jasmine and Lavender with her arousal. Ta

By the time the city outside glittered like scattered stars, the line between control and desire had blurred beyond recognition. I stood behind her, close enough to feel her warmth, close enough to end it or begin something neither of us could escape. And in that moment, I knew: Ava Delos Reyes was no longer just my secretary. She was temptation given form. A challenge I intended to meet. A fire I would not walk away from. Because some desires, once awakened, refuse to be silenced. Because some women, once seen, cannot be resisted. And Ava Delos Reyes… Was the one temptation powerful enough to ruin me and I would let her.