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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.

Every woman I had ever tried to be with ended up crying in pain, passing out before I could even get halfway inside, or bleeding so badly I had to call private doctors to patch them up. My own body felt like a heavy curse. I'm forty-three years old, extremely wealthy, and feared by everyone in the city, yet I couldn't even have normal, simple sex. The furthest any woman could ever go was using her mouth, and even then, most of them choked, gagged, or gave up after just a few minutes because my dick was just too thick for their throats. Things got so bad that women almost died on me.

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“Yeah. A real one. Dinner, maybe a walk… whatever you want. I just want to take you out properly.” Something warm spread through my chest. After everything — the divorce, the fear, the stolen nights — the simple request felt bigger than it should have. “Okay,” I whispered, smiling. “I’d like that.” Julian’s smile widened. He leaned in and kissed me, slow and lingering, before settling back against the pillows and pulling me even closer. I rested my head on his chest, listening to the steady beat of his heart. Within minutes the exhaustion of the day (and the intensity of what we had just done) pulled us under. We fell asleep tangled together, his arms still around me.

I shivered at the contact and an involuntary gasp escaping my lips. “Just let go,” Elena murmured, pressing a soft, deliberate kiss to my neck. My hands trembled as they gripped the edge of the shelf, trying to ground myself, but grounding felt impossible. The library, the books, the polished wood all faded into a haze of warmth, scent, and desire. The kiss deepened, moving from the nape of my neck to my jaw, lingering there, coaxing, teasing. My knees weakened further, and I sank onto a nearby reading chair, pulling Elena down with me.

“She’ll probably spend the whole holiday in here if you let her.” I walked the aisles slowly, trailing my fingers over the books. Classics. Thrillers. A whole section of contemporary romance—Mirabel’s doing, mostly. She’d started collecting them in high school, said they were “escapist but smart.” I’d never read them. Too many happy endings. Too much hope wrapped in pretty words. I pulled one down at random. Dark cover, brooding man in a suit, and title written in gold foil: Claimed by the Billionaire. I snorted softly, then slid it back.

He made sure he pressed himself strongly to her body. Leaning his rock hard dick between her massive ass in such a way that he was sure she could feel him. Without just a line between the boundary of lust and discipline, Nick waited patiently for her to say what would definitely determine their next line of action. But she wouldn’t even open her mouth let alone say a word. Well, for Juliet, her taste for men can only be seen with the older men. In fact, it was one of the major reasons she had fucked Dr cross and even though their first meeting seemed a bit awkward, every bit of it remained a memory that would continue to linger in her mind – forever.

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WARNING: Dark Romance, Dubious Consent (Drugging/Somnophilia), Supernatural/Beast Content, Choking, Spanking, Breeding, Marking/Biting, Strong Language, Graphic Sexual Content, Creampies, All Holes Used. The sun finally dipped below the jagged horizon of the Blackwood Range, and with it, the human mask I wore during the day began to itch. I sat across from her in our small, cozy cottage-the domestic lie we lived. To her, I was Thorne, the quiet woodsman who had rescued her from the city's chaos. She didn't see the shadow that lived behind my eyes, nor did she feel the way my marrow burned with a hunger that only her blood and her sex could sate.

“Plus, it has some... steamy scenes.” I felt a newfound heat rise to my cheeks at that, but also a touch of amusement. “Wait, you read romance?” I blurted out, not sure if he was messing with me. He shrugged casually. “Well, I wouldn’t call it romance...” I laughed, flipping the book over to point at the genre tags. Lo and behold, there it was: adult romance. “This is a romance book!” I teased. Nicholas looked a little flustered, rubbing the back of his neck with his hand. “It has a good plot!”