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I wаѕ, but not fоr thе rеаѕоn they thоught. THE END Thank you for joining me on this intense journey through Lost in Lust.️ If you enjoyed this story, I invite you to explore my other novel, “Wild Pleasure”️ A very sexual erotic novel. Nuzel.

He drew in a deep breath, and my face paled instantly. What trap did I fall into? "You still can't keep me here against my will!" I protested, throwing my hands in the air angrily. He inched closer, stealing my breath like he always did. My clitoris twitched painfully, and waves of unexpected pleasure coursed through my veins. Why did I still find this monster attractive? "Against your will? You know this is what you want, sweetheart. I watched you for a long time, I am aware of your dirty fantasies to be used like a whore, chained up and ordered around. I know."

And once the line is crossed, there will be no turning back. But Gracie’s story is only the beginning. This book unlocks a collection of raw, taboo-driven erotic tales—each one more daring, more dangerous, and more intoxicating than the last. For readers who crave the forbidden, who ache for the edge where desire blurs with darkness, this is your invitation. Enjoy reading.. *************

All my swollen, throbbing flesh welcomes the almost-pain of it. He fucks me deep and slow and hard, and I hang on, pinned down, aflame. He licks the sweat from my face, bends his mouth to my nipple and grinds my clit with his thumb. The chill is forgotten. I am a hot thing, one that lights for him. He glides in and out of me, pants his desire into my ear. His tongue swipes at the seashell whorls there, hot breath pushing into me, raising torrid shivers on my neck. It’s the trigger. My cunt clenches around his length, pelvis spasming against him, the sensation so strong part of me tries to escape. But his hips pin me still, his cock wrings every last tremor from me. And then his teeth find my

His thumb caresses my nipple, tickling the bud in a way that makes me shake, squirming in his arms and begging for more of him. I suck on his tongue, feeling how deeply it fills my mouth, and I feel half able to breathe. He’s kissing me like he’s a drowning man and I’m his last breath of air. I pull one of my arms away, lowering it to his hand still cupping my ass, then push his fingers deeper until he’s almost at my wet and throbbing centre. I let go of his hand then, allowing him to make the first move. He lets out a low moan when his finger slides into me, and it’s so sexy and raw.

My library professor whose deep commanding voice made my thighs clench during lectures. The man I’d fantasized about bending me over these very tables and fucking me senseless until I can’t remember my name. I opened the book, and the dedication page read: For those who crave quiet darkness.” My breath hitched. I flipped to the next page and started reading. “She knelt before him in the silence of stacks, skirts pushed high, panties already soaked. “Read it out,” He ordered. “Every filthy word, while I taste how wet you’ve become for me.”

I worked him until he was throbbing harder, then he pulled me up and flipped me back into missionary. Legs over his shoulders, folded in half, he slammed in again. The room filled with our heavy breathing, wet slaps, and my broken moans. “Ahh… uh… yes… right there!” Every thrust pushed me closer. My emotions were a storm of pure filthy pleasure,the thought of getting stretched by this huge cock but flashes of Lisa’s flirty smile and creamy fingers creeping in, making my clit throb harder. “I’m gonna cum deep inside you,” he growled, thrusts turning erratic, sweat flying. “Take every fucking drop.”

“‘He drove into her with slow, powerful thrusts, filling her completely, awakening every nerve in her body. She felt claimed, possessed, her wetness coating him as pleasure built like a storm…’” Every word synced with his movements. When he read about “claiming,” he slammed in harder. When he spoke of “wetness,” his hand reached down to rub my clit, spreading the mess we were making. I was moaning openly now, unable to hold back completely. Each thrust jostled the ladder, and I imagined the priceless books above us witnessing everything. “Elias… I’m close again…” “Not yet.” He slowed to shallow thrusts, denying me the friction I craved. “You come when the passage ends. Not before.”

Each thrust was long and powerful, grinding against her clit at the end of every stroke. Lilith wrapped her legs around him, pulling him deeper, moaning with every thrust. “Elias… right there… don’t stop…” He fucked her with passionate intensity — deep, rhythmic strokes that made her breasts bounce and her moans turn into cries of pleasure. He rubbed her clit with his thumb while thrusting, bringing her closer and closer to the edge.

My throat burned, but my body betrayed me, responding to every push, every filthy word. “You feel so good,” he hissed, hands tightening in my hair. “Suck me like you want it… that’s it. Don’t stop. You love it, don’t you?” I moaned as he thrust into my mouth, my lips and tongue working desperately to please him. Each thrust hit the back of my throat, causing me to gag and shiver. “God, look at you,” he growled. “Choking on me… you were made for this. Such a dirty little slut, taking me so deep.”