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“You’re the damn hottest woman I’ve ever seen.” Jessica felt her pulse racing within her chest. Elias’s blue eyes stared at her as though he was trying to undress her body. “You must not have seen many women then,” Jessica said as a nervous laugh escaped her lips, “Or you need your eyes testing.” “Well…” Elias paused, “I know one thing for sure. You are all mine.” Without warning, Elias touched Jessica’s cheek with his finger, and she felt the electricity ignite within her. It was the same sensation when Jack touched her, a sensation Jessica didn’t realise existed; she had now experienced twice.

Eli’s mouth goes dry. “You watch,” Damian says. “Don’t touch.” Damian finishes undressing slowly—deliberately—never breaking eye contact. With every inch of newly revealed skin, Eli’s breath grows uneven. When Damian steps toward him fully bare, Eli’s lips part in awe. Damian smirks. “You like what you see.” “I… yes…” “Say it properly.” Eli’s voice trembles. “I like what I see, Damian. I want you.” “That’s better.”

Then turned away without another word, leaving her trembling in the marble silence. And in that first hour of her new life, Elara Vale realized something far more dangerous than fear: She wasn’t afraid of Damien Kael. She was curious. And curiosity… was how sins began.

His friend had almost coal-dark hair, and was deliciously muscled. Jeanie glanced down as she loaded the last washer, and let out a nearly silent sigh of relief. She could feel her nipples stiffening against her bra, and she was concerned that they might be visible through her top. Jeanie sat down and put her nose in the book that she’d brought with her, but knew from the moment that she opened it that it was a bad idea. The racy romance novel was the last thing that was going to distract her from the surge of arousal that had come over her. The bookmark sat right at the beginning of a heated coupling between the characters in the book.

His hands slid down her body, his touch firm and confident, as he guided her to the edge of the couch. Sadile felt a thrill of excitement as she realized what was about to happen, her body responding to the anticipation with a hunger that surprised even her. The room was filled with the sounds of their breathing, heavy and ragged, as Travis positioned himself before her, his eyes locked on hers with an intensity that made her heart flutter. She was dimly aware of Jenna moving closer, her presence adding a layer of eroticism to the already charged scene.

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Cassian’s fingers traced my bottom lip, smearing something warm across my chin. Blood. Not mine. His voice was a low purr against my trembling mouth. “Now,” he murmured. “You’re finally mine.” The light flickered. The shadows moved. And then— That was it. Blackness consumed the room. Darkness swallowed us whole. THE END THANK YOU FOR FOLLOWING THIS SERIES TO THE VERY END. Author I*******m @agkbooks

BOOK 3: CHAPTER 61: Unholy Addiction “Oh my God…” she cries out, her voice loud, raw, and soaked in overwhelming pleasure. Moans spill from her lips like confessions—explicit, fevered, and uncontrollable. Lust, dark and consuming, pervades every inch of her senses, stealing her breath and reason.

Sleek, bright, gel-coated hair matched a sleek, bright decadent image; and though her body was just about as womanly as it was possible to be, she dressed it as if it were a man’s. Elliot knew who she was, of course. On the first night she’d already looked vaguely familir, and on the second, he’d asked the barman about her. It hadn’t surprised him at all that she was the famous erotic novelist Diamanda; in fact he couldn’t understand why he hadn’‘t recognised her immediately. He had her photograph at home on the back of several book-jackets. His goddess was as famous for her hedonistic, rule-breaking lifestyle as she was for her passionately purple prose: it was well-known in this city and i

I ask. Elias stood up and walked towards me; without saying a word, he leaned down and kissed me passionately. I quickly responded. I wrapped my arms around his neck, and my legs hung on his waist. Elias put me down on the table; his big hand started moving along my neck and stopped at my chest. I gasped and looked up at him. Elias had no intention of stopping; his hand slowly moved down my stomach and pulled my underwear off. He rubbed my vagina, making me moan, and I saw pleasure in his dark pupils.