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It was a position of absolute, unyielding vulnerability. I stepped closer, inhaling her perfume tangled with the scent of raw sweat. Eros stepped up right behind her. He initiated his twisted, romantic game, slamming his lips against hers in a deep, invading kiss while his large hands aggressively massaged her heavy breasts. He dragged his mouth down her throat, biting and sucking on her pale skin, pulling pathetic, whiny groans from the submissive's lips. I didn't indulge in those kinds of performance sweets. My only focus was the raw, unadulterated meat of it.

"Alone at Last" TRIGGER WARNING: THIS BOOK IS STRICTLY EROTICA. IT CONTAINS HIGHLY GRAPHIC SEXUAL CONTENT AND IS INTENDED FOR ADULT AUDIENCES ONLY (18+). DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE UNDER 18 OR SENSITIVE TO MATURE, EXPLICIT THEMES. " Xavier's POV " For months she had been my obsession.

“Still want some? He asked. His deep baritone voice echoed through the room. My thighs trembled. I could feel the wetness flooding between my legs. My legs weakened, melting under his intense stare. In an instant, he swept me off my feet, placing me on the counter as he drew closer, sniffling me. He was all I wanted. My mind drifted to my boyfriend, he was too old to satiate my desires. I could easily be mistaken as an s*x freak, and he couldn’t handle the passion and fantasy burning within me, but with this stranger, his tantalizing touch awakened a hunger I couldn’t ignore. My thoughts spiraled the moment his lips lunged onto my skin. The softness and wetness of his mouth got me dripping e

I want him to ruin me. “You’re playing with fire, Harper,” he growls, but his voice is thick with something darker than anger, something darker than need. I suck on his fingers, slow and deliberate, tasting the salt of his skin and the bourbon ghosting off it. His pupils dilate. He hisses between his teeth. “You want to ride Daddy’s cock?” he murmurs. My thighs clench, trembling under the lace garters. I nod, too far gone to pretend anymore. “I want you to take me, Grant. Hard. Like I belong to you.”

Marcus stared in wonder as Jeremy stuck out his tongue and ran a full, lresssing swirl around his tip, tasting his precum and swallowing. Her jerked as the pressure sent waves of pleasure coursing through his veins, his ass muscles tightening. He reached down and flattened his palms behind Jeremy’s head, urging his head back down. “Go on,” he whispered, his eyes dark and heavy, “I love the way your mouth feels around my cock.” These dirty words aroused Jeremy even more, and he drove the cock into his mouth, until it hit the back of his throat. An even louder groan skipped out of Marcus’s mouth, his eyes rolling backwards. “Fuck, baby. That hit the spot.”

He rubs my clit like a rough disc, spilling the hot mess all over. “Open.” My mouth gapes at his command and he shoves in his wet hand. “Lick like a whore, Scar.” In grand obedience, my tongue licks off every drip of our mix, tasting the potion of sin. “Hmmm…” He strokes himself and groans, nearing climax. He pumps out a truckload of his sperm on her face, the hot white splash forms a map on me, dripping. Naughty, I stick my tongue out and lick off a creamy bead, eyes on my master.

Not happening. I gave up instantly. If I was destined to die here, I might as well go out fulfilling my greatest wish— to turn this bleak world into one giant pleasure heaven. Doesn’t matter if it’s hot or cold—I’ll make it steamy. And honestly, even with his face hidden behind that swirling black mist, the boss’s broad shoulders, narrow waist, and deep, magnetic voice were dead giveaways. The guy was built. Lust makes cowards bold. So without thinking, I said, “I’ll take shortness of breath, trembling legs, glazed eyes, and… pleasure so intense I die from it.”

I’m sure my voice can be heard houses away but right now I don’t care, the pleasure is too much to handle. My voice lowers after long seconds as I come down from my high, settling into a soft whimper as my body, spent, relaxes back into the mattress. He swallows every drop of my juices, moaning and slurping. Finally, he stands up, his hands going around my sides and tracing their way to my face. He cups my face in his palm, kissing my lips lightly. “You taste amazing, Lanie.” As he levels with me, I feel his cock press into my centre, hot and throbbing. I’m immediately energized, and I pull him closer to me, pressing my slit into his hips.

I wrapped my hand around the base, stroking slowly and firmly, savouring the friction. To amp it up, I grabbed my phone from the side table, thumbing open a private browser. Porn—something quick and dirty. I scrolled to a video of a brunette in a rain-soaked shirt, her body arching as a guy peeled it off. The actress moaned, it was fake but effective to heighten the mood, her tits bouncing as he fucked her against a wall.

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.