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💕(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.

If I could meet him again, I will gladly let him rocked his hips against mine. It wasn't my first wild night, frankly, it was one of the many nights I spent going to the club. But it was the first time ever I had sex with a stranger in a club's restroom. I definitely would feel ashamed if I ever get to meet him again, but I wouldn't be ashamed if I get to meet him at the club again. But anywhere else would be a complete disaster, he wouldn't know I was totally heartbroken that night. I don't regret the sex, if I have another chance I would do it over a million more times.

“Weren’t you the one trying to act all holy and innocent? Now you’re staring at my cock like a desperate little whore.” He smeared the leaking precum across my lips. Without thinking, I stuck out my tongue and gave the head a kittenish lick before wrapping my lips around it. Lord Edmund inhaled sharply through his nose. I took more of him into my mouth, bobbing my head as best I could with my hands tied behind my back. The weight of him on my tongue was overwhelming. I relaxed my throat and took him deeper until my nose brushed against the dark hair at his base. The salty, masculine taste of him filled my senses completely.

And now her tits were even more exposed. Her face was covered in white stringy smears. One streak had even sprayed a gooey white line over her right eye, and she was squinting and grimacing like some sort of bizarre erotic pirate. She had cum on her cheeks, a little glop of it on her forehead, a particularly gratuitous blob hanging from her bottom lip and dribbling down her chin. And she just stood there with her mouth open, panting and gasping. "L ... Luh ... Look what you... did!" she said.

The pressure was dancing over my clit, causing me to press my thighs together. "That's enough," he countered. He leaned in, his lips brushing against my ear. "I want you to realize that even without my hands on you, I own your reactions. I am the current in your blood right now." He began to move his body against mine, a slow, grinding friction that was emphasized by the conductive net. Every time our skin met through the gaps in the mesh, the spark tripled in intensity. This was it. I was being electrocuted by desire.

“You gave it to me. Your first time. Your first cock. Mine.” “Yours—” Doe cried out, another orgasm building fast. “It’s yours— I’m gonna cum again—” “Then cum. Cum all over Daddy’s cock while he ruins this tight virgin pussy.” She shattered with a scream, walls clamping down so hard Hero cursed loudly. He fucked her through it, chasing his own release, hips stuttering as he buried himself as deep as he could and came hard inside her. Thick ropes of cum pumped into her, overflowing around his cock as he kept grinding through the aftershocks.

I rubbed slow circles over my clit, imagining it was Zane’s thick cock driving into me instead, or Xavier’s hand gripping my throat while he slammed home from behind. "F..fuck Zane....go harder!!" I moaned out loud, legs spreading wider on the bed as I pumped my fingers faster, my thumb was grinding over my clit. On the laptop Christian was still pounding Anastasia into the mattress, her cries matching the wet squelch of my own fingers

Eros Draeger My name is Eros, Eros Chaz Draeger, and I am an incubus. I take the life force from humans during the act of sex, and my master, the devil, takes a portion of it from me during sleep from the rune tattoo I have on my back. It can take the complete life force from any mortal who lays eyes upon it so I have to be cautious or leave a string of dead humans in my wake.

“On your knees, worship me.” He dropped. I spread my legs. He leaned in and licked once, clumsy, missing the right spot. “Higher,” I told him. “Find the little button. Suck it.” He tried again. Tongue flat and eager. Still messy. I grabbed his hair and guided him. “There. Stay there. Suck.” He sucked. Not skilled. Just hungry and rough. I rolled my hips against his mouth anyway. The friction was enough. “That’s it… keep going. Don’t stop even if I pull your hair.”

Even though I love thrillers, romantic things like that are surely every woman’s dream, right? “You and your husband are the same,” Mariyam joked. “Me?” I chuckled softly. “I don’t know, maybe.” I wasn’t even sure how to answer. What if the romance they meant was different from the romance Miron meant? When my body experienced an orgasm, it was thanks to Miron’s punishment. Then, he gave me a pasca-sex treatment that probably no other woman would ever get. Isn’t that a form of romance? Like dark romance? “Aren’t you and Sir Miron going on dates like that on a cruise ship, too?” Mariyam’s tone sounded certain.