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“It’s only the beginning… and next time I’m bending you over that table while the whole campus studies ten feet away.” The library slipped back into its quiet hush, but it felt brand new now… alive, dripping with memory, thick with the promise of every dirty, delicious discovery still to come. And as I walked her to the exit, her hand brushing mine one last time… fingers slick with the evidence of what we’d done… we both knew this was just the first chapter of the filthiest story these books had ever seen.

He was a sex god and had a lot of money. He might have some financial problems now, but she knew it was easy to get out of it. He didn't deserve to be with Nova, and she was going to change that. She bit her lips as she felt him drive into her. Eryxxx. She moaned out his name in complete euphoria, wrapping her legs around Eryx. “I so much love how you fuck me eryx.. Common fuck me. Yes yes, yes”… she yells out in complete desire before kissing him on the lips. She imagined how Nova would act if she one day catch her fucking Eryx.

I felt more alive, and full of electricity than I ever have in my life. I felt a hand come up from behind me and gently wrap around my neck, Sam’s hand. I felt his body press against my backside, his bulge pressing up against my ass. The electricity and heat were so intense that I thought I might pass out again or explode from erotic overload. Sam whispers in my ear, his warm and minty breath tickling my ear, “you are completely irresistible, and I want you right now.”

“Because the lake was just the beginning. I have an entire lifetime of- Deepen the erotic tension by incorporating more rounds of intimacy, filthy talk, and sensory-rich descriptions of scents, sensations, and the mental bond. "There are ways to make you forget the rest of the world. And when the sun rises? When you walk into those archives and that golden-haired serpent bitch tries to rattle you… remember this. Remember my knot. Remember my promise. We burn for Elara together. And tonight, back in my rooms, I’m starting all over again—shower first, then my desk, then my bed until you can’t walk without feeling me.”

Inhaled deep; his scent flooded me—sleep-warm skin, faint cum residue maybe from a pre-bed wank, that primal cock musk sharpening my senses. "Thirsty," I breathed, setting the glass down shaky, "accidentally" brushing his arm. Electricity sparked skin-to-skin, my nipple grazing his chest hair. "You?" "Thinking." His hand lifted the hem of my nightie casual-like, thumb stroking bare thigh inner. "About you. That kitchen shit earlier... bending over, no knickers. Flashing your pretty little cunt." Words dirty, possessive, breath hot on my lips. Cock twitched against my hip through thin cotton—hot poker, precum wetting the fabric, smearing my skin.

A dark, erotic, romance novel. The goal was to stop thinking about Alexander, but only ten minutes into the book and I'm already imagining his hands all over me. I'm already imagining him bending me over the fucking window of my room and filling me up ruthlessly until all I can remember is the sound of his name on my lips.

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She hissed as cool air met her heated center. He brushed a finger through her slick folds, slow and deliberate. Electricity shot along her skin. She grasped the sides of the stacked chairs, body trembling. He drew a bead of her arousal to his lips. She tensed, eyes fluttering shut. His tongue circled her clit—soft, then insistent. She bit her lip, her hips bucking. “Nora…” he rasped, voice thick with need. He straightened, discarding his jacket, then his shirt, revealing toned chest and arms.

Chapter: 30. ****** Having laid his beautiful naked man down on the bed, Eric hovered above him while Snow blinked with approval, Eric kissed him delicately on the lips before moving away slowly. As he moved away, they looked into each other's eyes, overwhelmed with passion, they moved closer and kissed each other passionately, their lips surging violently in a torrent of tongue and spit. Eric pulled out and stared half-laid eyes into Snow's then whispered. "I am going to make love to you. But, because this is your first time-" Snow broke his words once again.

Ryder wasn't just using his tongue, he was conducting a symphony of filth against her nerve endings. They were buried deep under the thick, weighted duvet, a private cavern that smelled of sweat, salt, and the heavy, metallic musk of her own relentless arousal. The heat was stifling, the oxygen thin, but Ruth-Ann didn't care. She felt like a goddess atop a throne of sin, her body vibrating with a raw, electric hunger that five hours of climaxing hadn't even begun to sate.