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His pain turned into anger as both brothers stared at each other's eyes. Eric was boiling in anger, "If she doesn't love me, do you think that you would have caught us kissing? Or maybe made love as soon as you left?" He spat out to the shock of Felix who let out a loud gasp, his eyes widened in terror. "No….Never" he stammered with shaky lips, "No way Eric, you are just a pervert! Nothing else!"

she angrily asked. The man didn’t reply and just took off his helmet. Like something has just clicked the speed button, her world seemed to play on slow motion upon seeing the handsome face of the man. From his thick eyebrows, jet black eyes, proud nose, red and luscious lips. The guy has a piercing on his left ear. Everything is just perfect. He even brushed his hair back making him look hotter. 'No! Now is not the time to praise this guy. He’s unruly and rude!'

His voice must me angelic and equals his limitless beauty. I desire the long desired mate bond. The unexplainable love shared by mate. The undying romance. His romantic gestures towards me. I desire everything!. His hot breath heaving over my sensitive neck. He tongue romancing my lips whenever we kiss or s*x.. I desire them all So I really pray he awakens. *** A loud growl pull me off my fantasy. I instantly fall roughly to the ground. My spines smash with a heavy thud. I wince.

"I want... to be owned by you... as I have owned you. I want to feel the poison... of your skin... until there is nothing left of the Moretti name. Just... us." He grabbed her waist, his fingers bruising her skin, his strength a flickering, dying candle that refused to go out. He pulled her down, his mouth crashing against hers. The kiss tasted of salt, fever, and a desperate, terminal hunger. This was the "Explicit Erotic Romance" at its most visceral—a union occurring at the edge of the abyss.

Just enough to make her hips jerk. “Shit,” Mikayla gasped, breaking the kiss. “That good?” “I didn’t know it could feel like that without even...” she cut off with another whimper as Rita rubbed slow circles against the wet fabric. “Oh, sweetheart.” Rita’s voice went dark, sultry. “You have no idea what your body can do.” Mikayla clutched her shoulders tighter. “Show me.” Rita kissed her again, longer this time, tongue teasing, her free hand cupping Mikayla’s jaw while the other continued its gentle torment. She was deliberate, controlled, never rushing.

It’s the very first time that I have ever let a full sentence out without feeling like I’m going to make a mistake and bite myself halfway through talking. Lira’s eyes flash with delight and hunger. A sweet, wicked smile curves her full lips. “There she is, my brave girl.” She kisses me slow and deep, tongue sliding lazy and affectionate this time, tasting like my own cum and spiced sweetness. Then, she pulls out, leaving me achingly empty. Strings of our mixed juices stretch between us before breaking. Lira rises onto her knees, straddling my chest. Her thick thighs frame my face, that glistening, puffy violet cunt hovering inches above my mouth, her scent is intoxicating, I feel like I’m g

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He was more like a jackal who had been hungry for a long time, more like an instinctive act of respect for his own physical needs. Hermosa arched her back slightly, her legs trembling uncontrollably, yet wanting him to poke his fingers deeper. The sunset outside the window cast a warm, flushed glow on their warm, flushed bodies, adding to the rhythm of a European painting. They were holding each other in what was obviously such an erotic image, but at the moment it seemed particularly romantic. "Help me unzip my trousers." Hermosa reached for his crotch, not even the material of the stiff suit trousers could stop the hard, hot touch of that rod of flesh.

She had never craved for a man's cock as much as she craved his at that moment and she had no idea why. Perhaps it was his dangerous calmness, or how he reaked of sin. Or maybe it was because he was the hottest man she had ever set her eyes on. Whatever it was, she wanted it. She wanted that darkness to be wrapped around her like a blanket. Thinking about him all night gave her goosebumps. She remained wet until morning. She had no other choice but to pull out her rose toy. Cummig for the third time that day seemed to do the trick, and she ended up sleeping like a baby early the next morning.

But I could feel it. The way her breath hitched. The way her pulse thrummed wildly beneath her delicate skin. I loved her like this—soft, trembling, mine. "You’re adorable when you think you have control, little dove," I whispered. She didn’t hear me. Not yet. But she felt me. The air grew thick, heavy, humming with my presence. The soft scent of Mira’s apartment—lavender and linen—was drowned in something darker. Something rich, metallic, damp.