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Damian groaned low in his throat, his large hands gripping her waist before sliding lower, his fingers digging into the plush swell of her ass. He pulled her flush against him, his erection pressing against her through the thin fabric of her lingerie. She gasped, grinding against him, her nails dragging down his chest as he dipped his head and latched onto the exposed skin of her neck. “Damian,” she breathed, arching as his mouth traveled lower. His other hand slid up, slipping beneath the delicate silk, his fingers skimming the bare heat between her thighs. A slow, teasing stroke. Serena whimpered. —

💕(Vampire Romance)💕 🌹🌹 Episode seven 🌹🌹 .. .. 💕 Alexa’s POV 💕 .. .. A shiver raked my body as I woke up and noticed that I was naked. But where’s the blanket and……….. My gaze landed on king Damien as he sat on a rocking chair, looking down at me with lust in his eyes. I gulped and tried looking elsewhere, suddenly feeling shy as his gaze pierced me.

Closing the door, I take out my phone, sending him a text. Game on! Laughing, I climb into the car, start the engine and drive to work, ignoring the beeps of the phone. How many messages is he sending me? Walking into work, I sit in my office, reading the texts he sent me. ‘Remember last night, Kitten? Taming the bitch, well tonight I plan on making the bitch come back.’ ‘Your perfect body strapped to that chair, fully exposed, the ice sliding along your skin, the cold and wetness making you scream for me.’

My hand touched every part of her body it could reach as I moved more. “Anthony… Please.” She was breathless and shuddering under me. I lifted my head to look at her. Sandy was so beautiful it hurt. Her head was tilted back, and her eyes were shut from pleasure. I eyed every part of her, taking in the freckles on her cheeks, the flushed shade of red on her neck and the marks I had given her. I growled as the pleasure doubled at the sight of my bite marks. Something about it triggered more lust in me. I started to move a bit faster yet slow, making her gasp and moan.

“Damien not glued to your side today? Odd. He tends to keep his… projects close.” Serena’s brows drew together. “What exactly are you implying?” “Oh, come now.” Camille stepped closer, her perfume cloying, her smile widening. “You don’t honestly think you’re the first, do you? Damien has a pattern. Swoops in, plays the saviour, dresses his women up like trophies, parades them around… and when he’s bored, he doesn’t just walk away. He breaks them. Quietly. Completely.” Serena’s jaw tightened, though her voice stayed steady. “Thanks for the unsolicited TED Talk on Damien Drake, but I’ll pass.”

BOOK 3: Chapter 49: Sinfully Yours They are kissing each other like nothing else in the world matters. Their mouths move in sync, desperate and greedy, lips molding together in a slow, heated dance that only deepens with every second. Tongues entwine, curling and tasting, savoring the forbidden flavor of each other like it’s the last thing they’ll ever have. Their kiss isn’t just about hunger—it’s about a desperate need. It’s raw and aching. They are clinging onto one another, shivering under the weight of the passion that has consumed them both entirely.

He crawled over me like a predator, pushing my sundress up and ripping my panties off completely. “Spread your legs, Em. Let me see how messy my cum made this pretty cunt.” I obeyed, blushing as I opened my thighs wide. His cum had leaked everywhere, coating my swollen folds and inner thighs. Alex groaned deeply, a low, hungry sound that made me throb. “Look at that. My dirty little slut, full of my load.” He dove down and dragged his tongue slowly up my slit, tasting our mixed juices. “Mmm fuck, we taste so good together.”

WARNING: Dark Romance, Dubious Consent (Drugging/Somnophilia), Supernatural/Beast Content, Choking, Spanking, Breeding, Marking/Biting, Breaking and Entering, Strong Language, Graphic Sexual Content, Creampies, All Holes Used. The morning of the third day was different. The air in our cottage was thick with a tension I couldn't quite soothe with honeyed words. Lyra sat at the small kitchen table, her hands trembling as she held her mug. She didn't look at me. She looked at the bruises on her wrists-pale yellow rings that I had licked and kissed just hours ago.

“Oh my god, Cas!” He hummed against me, the vibration making me tremble. “Taste so fucking good. Better than I imagined.” His hands pinned my thighs open as he devoured me, two fingers back inside, fucking me while his tongue worked magic. I was close again already, whimpering and grinding against his face. “I’m gonna come—Cas, I’m—” The door clicked open. Damien stood there, eyes dark with lust as he took in the scene. Me, dress around my waist, tits out, legs spread with Cas’s face buried between them.

“That rather gives the plot away, no?” I laughed. “Romance novels aren’t known for being subtle.” He plucked the book from my fingers before I could react. He held it over my head as he flipped through it. “Where are the love scenes? Ah, found one.” He raised one golden eyebrow as he began to read aloud: “‘A fire lit in her belly. Damian’s hands were magic. Everywhere he touched, it was like fire across her skin.’” “Oh my God, stop—” He just held the book up higher. Tall people were the worst.