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She read the words one after the other; as her finger touched a part of the words, a secret hole opened, revealing a large book. Chloe was standing behind her, curious of what's happening She carried it, blow on it as the book was covered in dust. Chloe handed her a cloth and dusted it with it. The first thing her eye catches was the words on the front cover, "Forbidden" She read slowly.

It was as if our bodies were made for each other, our love igniting a passion that couldn't be contained. As we reached the peak of our passion, Marco's eyes locked onto mine, his gaze burning with intensity. "Ti amo," he whispered, his voice husky with desire. "I love you too," I whispered back, my heart overflowing with emotion. As we lay there, wrapped in each other's arms, I knew that our love would conquer all. Nothing could ever tear us apart. As we lay there, wrapped in each other's arms, I felt a sense of peace wash over me. It was as if the world outside had melted away, leaving only the two of us, lost in our own little bubble of love.

he continued, slamming into me, “not knowing I had you bent over this same spot?” My body clenched around him. He felt it. “Oh, you love it,” he groaned. “You love the filth of it.” I did. God, I did. When I came, it was violent and raw. My nails scraped across the counter. Damon followed a moment later, spilling deep inside me, biting down on my shoulder to stifle his growl. We stayed like that for a moment, breathless and still, our bodies pressed together in forbidden heat.

The moon rises above the horizon, the same witness to our sins, our love, and our salvation. And beneath its light, our story continues, not as a secret, but as a legacy. The End Author’s Note If you’ve fallen in love with Gregory and Christie’s forbidden tale, you’ll be delighted to know that Celeste and Cassain’s own love story, Swapped at Birth, is available now on N******t and coming soon on GoodNovel. Their journey unfolds with sacrifices, passions and secrets that shaped two kingdoms — running parallel to Forbidden to Love: A Royal Sin. Don’t miss it!

“I’m falling for you, Cassandra. Not just the sex. You.” Those words made my chest tighten. I wrapped my legs around him and pulled him deeper. We made love like that for a long time, slow, intense, emotional. I came twice more, clinging to him, and when he finally finished inside me, he held me tight afterward, stroking my hair. We talked for hours after. About how scared we both were. About what might happen if our parents found out. About Brady. About the future after university. For the first time, it didn’t feel like just forbidden lust. It felt like something bigger and something worth the risk.

Her legs remained wrapped around his waist and when he went deeper, she gasped and that gave him the chance to clash his lips against hers, with his tongue gliding in and sucking hers. “We're nowhere over, kitten. You asked for this and I'll give It to you,” Dylan mumbled, gripping her thighs and rocking his hips against hers, his trust hitting parts that made her see stars. ******************************* After some weeks, Brittany could get along with some friends and coarse mates in Notre Dame. She was extremely close to Fiona, her roommate. They shared items, meals, and even secrets. Brittany had told her about her forbidden crush on her uncle and Fiona had also shared her secrets about

And I wanted Frank. My step daddy. My lover! We texted through the night. Dirty messages. Sweet messages. Plans for our first secret visit. I touched myself in my new dorm room thinking about his cock. About taking him deep again soon. This forbidden love was ours. We would protect it. We would feed it. Summer ended but our story continued. I fell asleep with a smile. My body still felt the marks of his hands. My throat remembered his taste. My heart held his love. Frank Ocean was mine. And I was his. No matter what.

He pulled back just enough to speak, lips shiny. “Your husband probably thinks you're too old for this. Bet he's never seen you this soaked. Never heard the way you moan when someone else is in control.” He was right. So fucking right. I had never gotten this wet for my husband. I do get wet, though, but not dripping like this. It was because he never did foreplay. He just went straight into sex, and I hated it, because I loved being touched the way Nikolai was touching me right now.