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(SEVEN MYSTERIES) “THE BOOK OF DYLAN.” Waking up in a seemingly endless nightmare. Daniela found herself in the dreaming void she is very much familiar with. Walking in the hollow ground as the gentle wind sways her white dress around. She gently leads her way into that same place and spot as she once more hears the fainting whisper. “The Book of Dylan.” Puzzled, but feeling the dread that comes within that title and the name that comes right at the end of it. The familiar scent and the Sakura flower petals come her way, as he smiles and greeted her.

“What are you doing out here all alone anyway?” Ryleigh crossed her arms over her chest. “Enjoying my day off. Having a sandwich. Reading a book.” His eyes flicked to the discarded paperback beside her. The cover gleamed up at him—Moonbound Desire. He raised a brow. “Really?” “Yes, really.” She snatched the book and moved it behind her. “It’s relaxing.” Damien chuckled, slow and deep. “That’s not what that book’s about.” Ryleigh’s face heated. “It’s none of your business.”

“I… I have these fantasies. Submissive ones, though. You know, like where I'm the one submitting. I dream about giving up any form of control I have over myself. About being told what to do. About being used… shared even. It makes me feel alive in ways I cannot explain. I know it sounds strange but it’s true." Silence fell for a moment. Only the rain filled the space. Then Lily smiled slowly. She leaned forward. "Emma. We have suspected for months. We've seen the way you blush when certain scenes come up in our book club readings. The way you get quiet and dreamy when we talk about power dynamics. We have been waiting for you to trust us enough to say it out loud."

“If it isn’t little Lia the nerd. Come to watch the show?” “I—I’m sorry,” she stammered, clutching her books tighter. Her nipples hardened against her bra. “I didn’t mean to—” “But you’re not leaving.” He turned fully toward her now, cock still in hand, bold and unashamed. A bead of precum glistened at the slit. “You like what you see, don’t you?” Lia’s mouth went dry. Her pussy throbbed. She had touched herself hundreds of times thinking of him, but this was real.

he murmured, his fingers exploring her folds with gentle curiosity. Mia's hips jerked as he circled her most sensitive spot, her nails digging into his shoulders. "Please," she breathed, beyond caring about anything but his touch. Alex kissed his way back up to her lips, capturing her mouth as his fingers continued their skilled work between her thighs. One finger slipped inside her, then another, curling forward to find the spot that made her gasp against his mouth. His thumb maintained steady pressure on her, building a tension that wound tighter with each stroke.

Well, I can't fuck myself, someone has to do the fucking" I replied. He chuckled. I returned to his cock, sucking like a slut in heat. I made sexual sounds to excite him; years of watching p**n and reading erotic stories had taught me that men love hearing erotic moans from women, even if they are just for effect, not because my pussy is actually getting stimulated. The New York best selling romantic novels were my best companions during my college days.

I woke up to the feeling of warm lips trailing kisses down my neck. My eyes fluttered open to see Damian hovering above me, his messy brown hair falling into his dark green eyes, his bare chest pressed against mine. “Morning, princess,” he murmured, his voice deep and husky with sleep. My body burned with shameful desire as I remembered last night. How he had bent me over his bed, fucking me mercilessly until I was crying and begging him to stop – only to beg him for more seconds later.

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I tell him. Flavius nods in response and begins to pack his things. I fill my satchel with various clothing items and few books. "Why are you packing books?" Flavius asks curiously. "Since we are visiting another horde without sending a messenger ahead, I need to bring something that will serve as a gift. Those of the Horde of Fates are known knowledge seekers. I have many books in my private collection that have not been seen since The Fires. They should serve as a suitable present," I say.