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I pounced on her from behind bringing her down to the ground and we began to wrestle again with our grunts filling the air. "Give it back!" I protested trying to free her fingers from it. "Grow up Orian! You are not going to die if I read your stupid diary." "And you are not going to die if you do not end up reading it you dolt." "I might be sick if I do not read it, do you want me sick?" "You are already sick in the head, what difference does it make?"

Dante's POV I know I wasn't supposed to be doing this, especially snooping into the diary of a human girl who had given us nothing but troubles but fuck it, the first page was enough to drive any man crazy because that how on earth was she able to memorize every damn thing we did to her back then at the school, locker room, I sat down to read it and memorize everything.

I headed to my security office to get more update on the fucker who thought it was wise to follow me and to draft a plan to kill them. I would not let anyone take what was mine for the second time. . . . _DAISY POV<3 I was lying on our bed after a shower, reading one of the books from my library. I opened a book that was themed ‘erotica’ and began reading. I read to the part where the man kissed the girl, swallowing her surprised gasp, which turned into a moan when he slid his hand between her legs and plunged two fingers in. She let out another moan, raising her hips when his thumb found her clit. He pressed—

I had a stack of books and she left me the magazine since she couldn't take it with her. I pored over that magazine for days. One thing we hadn't really studied was the last pictorial in it, one of two girls. I guess it would have been embarrassing for us to look at it together? I don't know, all I know now was it excited me more than I wanted to admit, even to myself. I found myself pulling a book out of the pile "Women Daring to Love" was the title, and the subtitle was "Daring to Love Women" and reading that. I got halfway through it the first morning and afternoon and that might have been the first time I had four orgasms in the same day. Then the next day I was about to go lay by the po

I start to write, my hand moving quickly across the paper: "Dear Diary, I did it. I spent an entire day naked, and it was the most liberating experience of my life. I felt so free, so uninhibited. I did everything naked – watched TV, ate, cleaned the house, even danced around like a fool. And you know what? It was amazing. I felt sexy and powerful and alive. I know it sounds crazy, but I think I might do it again sometime. Maybe next weekend. Wish me luck!"

UNKNOWN DIARYYY, Just her mere presence in my vicinity, and I can already feel myself becoming strongerrr. I saw her naked body today, Diary… she was taking a shower, wanted to get rid of all the dirt she had on her from packing or so she said. I could see her through the walls, Diary —lots of demons like me do this to unsuspecting girls all over the world who manage to catch our attention, you know? — And you have no idea how I wished she could sense my presence, but I’m not that strong yet!

“It’s nothing for you to worry about. Just some old notes. Private shit.” Private. Yeah right. The word only made my curiosity burn hotter, mixing with the ache in my cock that hadn’t gone down one bit. While he stood up to grab another bottle of whiskey from the bar cart across the room, I leaned forward quickly and clicked on the locked file. A password prompt popped up. Fuck. I tried the obvious ones fast,his book title, his name, the date on the manuscript. Nothing. Then on a hunch I typed in a phrase from one of his filthiest scenes. The file opened.

I countered, pointing my fork at him before digging into my meal. He laughed, smiling at me. “Well, that’s good to know. And you’re right. I didn’t look at your bookshelf. I was too busy looking at your naked body and eating your pussy.” he bluntly replied with a waggle of his eyebrows. “Darius…” I glared at him, kicking him under the table, knowing I was blushing. “Don’t talk about things like that in public.” I whispered, mortified and hoping no one else heard him. He just laughed and started eating. “Fine, I’ll save the dirty talk for private time. So if you’re into the horror stuff, maybe I will let you read some of the stuff I’ve written.” he conceded.

Tease you with my tongue until you’re leaking. Dorian: You’re killing me. Dorian: I’m hard just reading this. My hand was already under my waistband, stroking myself through my boxers. Me: Good. Me: I’d deepthroat you. Let you fuck my face. Grab my hair and use me like you own me. Dorian: I do own you. Dorian: I’d flip you over after. Spread those pretty cheeks. Eat you out until you’re dripping and whining. Dorian: Then slide in raw. Pound you into the mattress. Make you come untouched.

Brain fog for the win. The bath wasn’t yet full enough, but Dianna could wait no longer. She stepped into the tub and lowered herself gingerly, hissing as her bare arse sank into the scalding water. It had to be hot for it to make any difference, but man, that first touch always burned. She settled herself against the end of the tub and took another long drink before bringing her iPad to life and navigating to the book she was reading. Dragon shifters this time, not wolf shifters. It was appropriate, considering the way Jack looked at her reminded her of a dragon.