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Carina lay in bed, her body already aroused from the hours she had spent reading the erotic novel she had recently brought. Feeling the dampness between her thighs as she read the passionate sex between the leads, she closed her eyes and let out a soft moan imagining what it would be like to be the female lead. She ended the book at the point where the male lead let out a lewd growl as he cummed inside the female lead’s hole.

“We waited for our fated mate for three hundred years, and the moment he meets us, he tries to poison us at a peace ceremony? Such a naughty traitor.” “Clearly, I didn't ask the Moon Goddess for assholes like you guys. I waited for my mate too. Turns out it's just a bunch of jackasses,” I snarled through my teeth as my hips forced forward involuntarily despite the restraints. Azrael took hold of warm oil from a nearby table and poured it over my throbbing length, making every stroke sleek and obscene. “Get your fucking hands off me, you pale bloodsucker! I'll rip your throat out the second I shred these bloody—”

Cupping my breasts, thumbs brushing my nipples, sliding down my sides. I arch into him, gasping. “Damon. Please.” “Please what?” “Touch me. Anywhere. Everywhere. I don’t care. Just…” His hand slides between my legs and we both groan. “Fuck, you’re soaked,” he growls against my throat. “For you. Only for you.” His fingers slide through my wetness, circling my clit. Pleasure shoots through me and I have to bite my lip to keep from crying out. “That’s it,” he murmurs. “Let me make you feel good, little wolf.”

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She ground her pussy harder on Lena’s thigh, the friction making her pant and shudder. “Do it back” Dora moaned, biting Lena’s lip. “Make me cum on you.” Lena’s trembling hand slid between Dora’s legs, pushing aside her panties until her fingers found the wet heat underneath. Dora gasped, her whole body jerking but she pressed harder against Lena’s touch. “That’s it,” the man growled. “Rub her pussy. Make her squirt for me.” Lena’s fingers slid through Dora’s folds, slick already coating them. She circled her clit the way Dora had done to her, rubbing fast, messy circles until Dora cried out against her lips.

“Oh! God I'm sitting completely nude on my brother's lap as he kneads my boob and his friend is touching my core. God ! Please forgive me for my sins.” Nicolas finally slid two fingers inside my core and started moving it back and forth earning a moan from me. “Ahhhgh…” I moaned. Clover was licking all over my back. Nicolas started nibbling and sucking my nipples while he fingered me and soon Clover stripped off his pants. Nicolas removed his fingers and Clover slipped his manhood inside me in one go. “Ahhhh….” “No…No. Clover isn't wearing any condoms.” “Don't worry sis, we already got the contraceptive pills for you.”

BOOK 3: CHAPTER 61: Unholy Addiction “Oh my God…” she cries out, her voice loud, raw, and soaked in overwhelming pleasure. Moans spill from her lips like confessions—explicit, fevered, and uncontrollable. Lust, dark and consuming, pervades every inch of her senses, stealing her breath and reason.

“My after-class project. My desperate little slut who traded her dignity for a letter on a page.” His words were filth, and they poured over her like hot oil, searing her shame and transforming it into fuel. Her climax built with terrifying speed, coiling from the very brutality of his fucking. She was sobbing, pleading, begging for it, for him, for the oblivion he offered. “Please…” “Come for me, Elara,” he commanded, his own control fraying, his thrusts becoming wild, uncoordinated. “Come on your professor’s desk. Show me you accept your terms.”

I nodded as I grabbed my boob and pinched my nipple slightly. I curled my toes, reached back, and clawed at his arm. "Cum, slut" My body obeyed the command at once. I screamed, my cum sprayed everywhere. In a few seconds, Damon slammed his cock into me a few more times. Then she released shots of his hot cum into my ass and pulled out. His cum dripped out of my ass onto the floor, mixing with my cum. We lay down side by side, catching our breaths. "Ella"

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