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Gentle, unyielding. The gym vanished. There was only his skin against mine, his thumb pressing into my pulse, and I hated how instantly my body answered. He turned my hand over slowly, as if reading something written there only he could see. When he brought my wrist to his mouth, his lips burned against my skin. Then his lips brushed the inside of my wrist, heat flared sharp and breathless. Not soft. Not careful. Possessive in a way that made my lungs forget their job.

“How dare you? I suppose you think it would be fun, teaching a virgin what to do? Your surfy mates would just love it. I can see you now, telling them all about the little English, sorry, Pommy Virgin, you screwed. Tight-assed little spinster, but the great Brett Matthews won her over!’ Her eyes filled with tears and she turned to look away. Angrily, Brett leapt off his seat and grabbed her hands roughly. His eyes flashed cold and hard as steel. He turned her to face him and she felt suddenly terrified of the expression she saw on his face. ‘How dare you, you stupid woman! Don’t you recognize the truth when it stares you im the face? You’re hanging on to some soap opera idea of romance. You

She pushed me back onto the sofa, her hands inching toward the waistband of my jeans. Still locked in a passionate kiss, my hand ventured beneath her shirt, while my foot urged her legs apart. Her shallow breaths resonated in my ears, laced with need and desire. I could feel my cock throbbing against her thigh, aching for her touch. The earlier phone call had soured my mood, but the sight of her rekindled my spirits instantly.

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The night just fell making the whole room turned darker as Damon already broke the lamps but the moans of pleasure and growls of satisfaction filled the darkroom with only the proof of a big bad alpha. Damon knight claiming his only precious possession as his. But not as a possession but as his love. His first and last love. Damon fell on her sweaty body as they both ride their pleasure and came to an end. His face was dug deep inside her crook. The effect of drug turned off and his body started to get tired. But his heart still wanted to have her again and again. Moving away he stared at her face as her breathing was calmer than before. She opened her tired eyes and stared in his dark gaze

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Our bodies pressed flush together, and I gasped into his mouth at the new closeness. His hand slipped under the back of my shirt, his warm palm gliding slowly up my bare spine. I shivered violently at the skin-to-skin contact, a rush of goosebumps spreading across my body. The sensation was electric. I had to break the kiss, pulling back with a shaky breath. We stared at each other, our faces inches apart, both breathing hard. His eyes were dark with passion, pupils blown wide. My heart was racing so fast I felt dizzy. “You’re so pretty,” he whispered, his voice rough and full of want.

"Try me." Before I could say anything, he leaned in and kissed that exact spot. It started soft, then he sucked lightly, his tongue brushing my skin. A small moan slipped out of me. It felt way too good. He pulled back after a few seconds, admiring his work with a satisfied smirk. "There. A nice little mark. Looks good on you." I touched the spot, feeling the warmth. "You're trouble, Asher." "The best kind," he said, voice lower now. His eyes had darkened, staring at my lips like he wanted to devour me. The vibe between us shifted. Our casual hockey conversation got intense really quick. Asher's hand moved to my waist, drawing me in.

Rival I’ve always known that timing is everything. In a campus romance like this, the star athlete and the scholarship girl aren't supposed to win. I’m the one who belongs at the top of the social ladder, not Kai with his "bad boy athlete" redemption arc. For months, I’ve carefully woven a web of secrets and school scandals to keep them apart. Today was supposed to be the final blow.

Finish this for us. Martin’s throat tightened. He brought the paper to his lips, pressing a kiss there that felt both sacred and reckless. The scent of Damien’s cologne—something woody and subtle that he wore only on match days—still clung faintly to the edges. How many times had they done this? Passed notes like schoolboys, stealing glances across crowded rooms, their rings hidden under tape or gloves to avoid questions. The silver bands, simple and identical, were their quiet rebellion. Matching symbols of a commitment the sport’s old guard would never understand.