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I whispered one more time, taking off the blindfold. He grabbed my shoulders and turned me over, pinning my hands above my head. “Who told you about BDSM elements?” “Jasmine mentioned it when we were in college,” I responded shyly. Damien released my hands and got up. I watched as he turned on the TV. Then he plugged in a flash drive and scrolled through the list of movies. He clicked on a particular movie titled Fifty Shades Of Grey. “You want us to watch a movie?” I asked, obviously surprised.

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Sudden heat woke Miguel from sleep. He was still very dazed, but saw an unearthly beautiful woman approaching him, her brown curls flowing down the bare shoulders, an olive shade, as was the rest of her skin. The woman's eyes were black with a clearly visible desire in them, her lips were full, pink, arranged in a wonderful smile. The features were perfect, making her the most beautiful woman Miguel had ever seen in his life. Then his attention was drawn to her figure - so streamlined, full of wonderful feminine shapes, but at the same time slim, with perfect size. She was beautiful, like a woman from a dream... Miguel really thought he was dreaming because it couldn't be real, she had to be

This took a lot of weight off not only my back, but also the entire wizards and sorceress community. And you, dear reader, I hope that with this story, you will look a little more favorably on this darker part of our supernatural world. I know, probably most of you do not believe in its existence, after all, as the world changed, people began to forget that magic surrounds them everywhere, but I hope that this story will help you one way or another. Maybe it will give you hope and faith that love really has tremendous power? Because I tell you, even the greatest of dark magic bends when love emanates from the heart of any being. When other spells fail, love has the strength to overcome the f

We exit through the back door into a dark alley where the cool night air hits my wet ass refreshingly, and a black van waits there with Tara opening the door wide. “Now get inside,” Tara orders. I should be scared but right now, all I want is the pleasure of fucking them hard or them riding my cock to infinity. I climb into the wide back seat and they follow me in, shutting the door behind us. Mia pushes me down onto my back and climbs on top, guiding my throbbing cock straight into her wet pussy where she slides down tightly and begins riding me hard with her breasts bouncing wildly. Lena and Tara strip off their clothes completely to reveal their perfect naked bodies. With Lena sitting on

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.”

Damien Blackwood’s POV The elevator opens onto black marble and midnight glass. The city throbs forty floors below like a distant heartbeat, but up here the only pulse that matters is mine—and the two quivering bodies already arranged on my bed exactly how I left them. All fours. Knees wide. Chests crushed to the sheets. Asses lifted high, shamelessly offered, thighs trembling from the strain of holding position for the last forty minutes. Their skin glows under fractured neon—violet streaks across sweat-damp spines, gold licking the undersides of heavy breasts still glistening with the cum I painted there earlier.

'' He murmured. ''Yes, yes. I'm here...I'm here...'' Tylor's dark orbs flickered back to his green ones. Hope gleamed in my heart. A second later his black eyes had returned. That hope drizzled down like the tears that streamed down my face. ''Sky!'' He growled. He was pressing his weight on me. He moved his bulge in between my thighs. I screamed and trashed beneath him. Tylor groaned. ''Feisty.......the more you move the more I get turned on. Fuck Sky....''

One message: “Lavatory. 1 hour. Door unlocked.” I stared at the screen for a long moment. Then I typed back: “Make it 45 minutes.” I hit send. He didn’t reply. But when I glanced forward again, he was smiling—just a small, dangerous curve of his lips. I spent the next forty-five minutes edging myself under the blanket—slow circles on my clit, fingers dipping inside, stopping every time I got close. My pussy was swollen, aching, dripping. My thong was useless now—sodden, pushed to the side.

We didn't let the darkness win. END OF VOLUME ONE