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He kissed me on the lips towards my neck while his hand was on my breast and licked it, of all the times I had sex with other boys, you can only set my body into fire and felt a strange warmth in my body, Fabian kissed me neck and sucked it a bit so I moaned, his kiss went down to my shoulders and chest so I slowly lay down while fabian was still kissing me down, he stopped in the middle of my thigh he did not think twice to lick it and suck it over and over again. He inserted his tongue and twisted it I felt the itch so I just moaned loudly because of pleasure. I could not imagined that this is happening now gosh it’s my dream to have sex with him. I was bent down while Fabian is thrusting

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The young woman sitting by me stopped her game and watched me rant in astonishment. When I ran out of angry words, she clapped her hands in succession, and it echoed in the silence. "Well said, Princess, but I think someone lied to you, just like they lied to some of them over there," she said, pointing to a point in the room's corner. "Over there in the blue dress is Princess Kit of the Blue Brook Pack. She was given away as an alliance gift to the Lycan King and found herself as a slave here the very next day. Following her is Princess Yvette from the distant pack region of the werecats. She was told that she was to be matched with the Lycan Prince. She has not gotten over the deceit that

COPYRIGHT 2020 A SHODIMU SOPHIA, DREAM_WRITER11 NOVEL. FRENCH ROSE. Written from Christina King’s point of view. Three. I could hear her footsteps getting louder as that second passed. It was a little slower than I expected considering she yelled my name thrice already. It was a struggle to pretend I was still asleep. I didn't know why but it just wasn't my thing. I would try my best and still get caught at the end of the day.

His hands came to my face, both of them, the same hold as the café but different now, not framing, holding, his palms warm against my jaw and the rain coming down beyond the overhang and the saxophone still faintly audible from inside the lounge. He kissed me like he had been reading me for months and knew exactly what I had needed and was delivering it with the precision of that knowledge. Not rushed. Not greedy. Every movement considered and warm and aimed at the specific woman standing in the rain under a bookstore awning who had been starving on cold clinical contact for fourteen months and had forgotten that this was what it was supposed to feel like.

“It sounds… like it should be yours, only yours. ‘Mon amour.’ My love.” I blushed, my heart pounding in my chest. “You know I don’t speak French.” He pressed a soft kiss to my forehead. “Then I will teach you… one kiss at a time.” I laughed, a trembling, delicate sound. He pulled me into his arms, holding me so close I could feel the strength of his desire, the depth of his longing that he had never released. His fingers drifted over my skin, tracing patterns I had never known I knew. Every caress was a poem. Every caress was a confession.

I finally picked a book, my fingers trailing over the cover as I read the title. "The Duke's Heart" was written on the cover in bold, golden letters. I smiled, as I read the short description at the back. I loved romance novels, and this one seemed like it would be right up my alley. I opened the book, feeling the worn pages crackle beneath my fingers. The book seemed old, like it had been read and reread countless times.

“Isn’t it the same with the knights? I wouldn’t mind being escorted by one if I happen to have a chance.” “Oh my, you all are a bunch of newbies. Don’t you know that the appeal of a mysterious mage is more than enough to be grateful for? Imagine a night full of excitement and magic.” Oh man, even in this world you really can’t get rid of human nature and habits, huh. I was not surprised that girls in this world are also fangirling over handsome-looking men. I mean, don’t we all? I started to chuckle, and then finally caught my attention, this familiar description of my favorite mage character in one of the books I used to read a lot. It was titled, ‘The Four Roses and the Butterfly’ which wa

Then led me to our table. Letting go of my hand, he held out my chair. Once I'd settled in, he rounded the table and took his seat. “What's with the French tonight?” Alec smiled and leaned back into his chair. “They say romance originated in France. So I figured if I was going to steal your heart tonight, I might as well do it in the language of love.” I glanced around the place, taking in the velvet drapes, vintage chandelier, the wine bottles behind the bar. Then I brought back my gaze to him.

Dear Readers, Since English is not my first language, there will be tons of grammatical mistakes. Please continue reading this book only if you don't have any issues with that. Rest I can guarantee you that you won't get bored with the storyline. The following are my books; if interested, do give a look over them: Can't help falling in love (Book 1)-Completed Purchased by the Mafia (Book 2)-Completed Her Mysterious Lover (Book 3)-Completed