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Kain whispers into my ear, his breathing heavy as he holds back his wants and desires while my body gets used to being invaded like this. Nodding hazily, I mumble an almost incoherent, “I love you, Kain.” “I love you too, Liam.” Kain’s gentle confession, followed by a passionate but tender kiss, has me lost completely in the moment's bliss. Even the pain from this being my first time pales compared to the joy I feel from finally being claimed by my lover.

The light in his eyes died instantly. But I didn't stop. "You said that sleeping apart for a week meant automatic divorce. So every time we fought—no matter who was wrong—I was the one who apologized first. Why? Because I loved you. And you took that love and used it to control me. "Do you really think we ended up here just because of Katie?

Elena The clock on the mantle ticked with a rhythmic, mocking precision. Two years. Seven hundred and thirty days of sharing a bed with a man who was as much a predator as he was a husband. When the contract was signed, I told myself it was just business-a merger of two powerful families. But hearts are treacherous things. I had fallen in love with Dominic, a man whose hands were often stained with blood and whose knuckles were perpetually bruised from the "negotiations" he never spoke of.

Julian stayed there for a long time, his forehead resting against mine, his chest heaving. When he finally pulled back, he didn’t let go of me. He reached out and brushed a stray lock of hair from my damp face. “Your debt is over, Clara,” he whispered, his voice dark and possessive. “But our story is just beginning.” He kissed me then—not with the hunger of a predator, but with the quiet, terrifying certainty of a man who would never let his prize go. I was a prisoner in a gilded cage, but as Julian pulled me back into his arms, I realized I no longer wanted the key.

“One drink. And you stay close to me. No wandering off.” Relief flooded through me as well as something much more dangerous than that. “Thank you.” I’d told my best friend I was exploring for the night. I was supposed to give her the details after I was back, but how could I tell her I met her father at a BDSM club and told him to show me around?

I panicked, Jax slipping out the window like a ghost. Body aching, pussy throbbing, I dressed slow, cum still inside. Downstairs, his eyes met mine over coffee promise of more anytime. The weekend? Far from over.

She sobs as she comes, shattered, overwhelmed, completely owned. I follow, my body locking up, my release spilling deep inside her. And for the first time, she doesn’t try to fight it. She lets me claim her. And she loves it. Royhan Erotica 3.

he asked. “Maybe I just don’t have anything to say to you.” “Ouch,” he said, mock-clutching his chest. “And here I thought we were bonding.” The corner of my mouth tugged before I could stop it. “Stealing my fries isn’t bonding.” “Depends how you look at it,” he murmured, eyes on the road. “Some people would call it intimacy.” My pulse stuttered. I looked away quickly, forcing my gaze out the window again.

She was looking over my shoulder at the same wall and reading some of them softly under her breath. “Hmmm, look at this one,” I said. “This person seems to have described our date last week in perfect detail.” It was a story about a woman who liked to be spanked and punished. “I like this one,” Carrie said, pointing to another. “I really think we should try and work this one into our next date.” The story was about a couple who arranged to act like strangers and meet up at a trashy bar and pick each other up. There were long descriptions about them fucking in the back of the bar as the guys playing pool watched and stroked their cues.

“Absolutely, Master, I am yours. Have you never even fantasized about having a slave before?” “The last woman I was with was my wife; we never played any fantasy games. I have not touched anyone in ten years.” I felt the pang of loss begin to grow in my chest again. “Master, I am so sorry. I never knew you were married. May I make a suggestion that might help you to understand what you have gotten yourself into?” “I would be glad to hear anything you have to say.” She then suggested a couple of websites for me to read. Stories and such to let me know what I might want to try.