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Asher pushed Lizzy's body against the wall and squeezed the girl's hair, and it was like he was teaching Lizzy how to kiss. Cerise was carried away by the kiss. "Since you kissed me back, then, you must be my girlfriend. Forever, Lizzy and Asher together." Cerise just stared innocently at the boy who had just stolen her first kiss. Asher held Lizzy's cheek. "You are Lizzy. It looks like you're deliberately plotting something behind my back," whispered Asher confidently while Cerise was scared. She was afraid that who she was would be exposed and everyone would hate her.

But then, all of a sudden, he grabs my upper arm tightly and tugs me toward him. I stumble into him, balancing myself with both hands on his chest. I can feel his muscles tighten under my hands. "What do you think you're doing?!" My brows are furrowed in a tight crease. Damian just looks at me, he doesn't speak. Until his hand cups my cheek and tugs me into a bruising kiss. My eyes flutter shut. His tongue moves against mine and I'm powerless against it. My hand moves to the wrist of the hand that's cupping my cheek, holding tightly whether to push him away or pull him closer to me, even I don't know.

At the same time, Victor pushed deep into my throat and came hard, his cock pulsing as he shot his load straight down my throat. I swallowed as much as I could, but some of it spilled from the corners of my mouth as he slowly pulled out. Victor gently pulled his cock from my lips. I opened my mouth and stuck out my tongue, showing him the mess of his cum still inside. He groaned at the sight. “Fuck, babygirl,” he rasped. “Look at that. Such a good girl for swallowing Daddy’s cum.” I swallowed the rest and licked my lips. Victor grabbed my face with both hands and kissed me deeply, tasting himself on my tongue. The kiss was slow and possessive. When he finally pulled back, he reached behind m

Christopher smiled back and took the other guy’s hand before pulling him close and kissing him. On the mouth. “Oh,” I said, drawing to a stop. Oh, no. Christopher Elton was already taken.

He inhaled sharply as I began to grind up against him. I turned around to face him again. His hand was still in my hair, and I fell into him. He smelled so good, like clean soap and a light, woodsy cologne. My eyes flutter shut as I lifted onto my tiptoes and kissed him. It started light, but quickly became more as kissed me back. We continued to dance on the floor, kissing and swaying to the beat of the music, for a few long minutes. It was heaven. He broke from the kiss. “Have you ever been in a limo?” he whispered into my ear, his hands tightening on my waist. I loved how I felt with him touching me.

He kissed the tip of my nose and reached into his pocket. "I want to make sure it doesn't hurt," he whispered to me, and then kissed me again. I nodded at him to say okay. I could not see what he was doing, but I heard the pop of a tube and then it closing shut. Then Todd turned back to me and kissed me gently. His fingers moved under my dress again and gently headed to my core, teasing as gently as he had been doing, and my inconsistent breaths came back as though they had never left.

The kiss was supposed to be fake. But it wasn’t. She felt it. In her magic. In her wolf. It had surged forward in the moment, stretching against her skin, trying to claw its way out and toward him. A full shift hovered dangerously close, barely leashed. She hated how much she liked the way his hands felt on her waist. Hated that she still wanted more. The envoy finally turned away, satisfied for now. But Lyra couldn’t stop shaking. “You didn’t have to kiss me like that,” she snapped once they were alone in the corridor.

Without truly thinking, I stepped toward him, sealing everything in a warm, intense kiss. Romain’s lips were tender, and I couldn’t help but yield, savoring the passion of the moment. He wrapped his arms around me, his hands sliding along my waist, drawing me closer with matching intensity. Fueled by alcohol and desire, I let myself sink deeper, carried by the surge of adrenaline.

He held her tight, his grip like iron, and pushed her toward Victor. Victor walked over to her, a cruel smile playing on his lips. He looked at the two unconscious men on the ground, then back at Kayla. “You’re like a cockroach, Kayla,” he said, his voice low and dangerous. “Hard to kill, but I’m going to enjoy the crunch.” Kayla stared at him, her eyes filled with anger and fear. “What do you want, Victor?” she asked. “Why are you doing this? Hana is just a child. She didn’t do anything to you.”

Henry realized the only thing he could claim was that of a man who had hurt her deeply. His shoulders slumped. Through the glass, he saw the show inside. It was bright and full of light. Yvette wore a long black dress. She was talking to a tall man. Henry noticed her smile. It was bright and genuine, a smile he had never seen in eight years. He saw the man lean close and whisper something in her ear. His fingers brushed gently over the butterfly tattoo behind her ear. Yvette did not pull away. She tilted her head slightly, so he could touch her more easily.