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Because the floating dicks were moving about slowly in a circle. Just seeing them made her feel already defeated. Maybe in her prime, she could grit her teeth and try. But with this alarming level of arousal, she couldn't even guarantee that she could stand properly, much less attempt a jumping exercise. She felt like cursing him again in her mind but refrained from doing so. Atop the bedside cupboard appeared a finely crafted golden incense burner shaped like a dick with smoke ascending from the hole at the tip. Its impact was promptly felt; Anna experienced a heightened state of horniness.

She was an embodiment of captivating sensuality, a magnet for desire that stirred a primal longing within him. Caught in the grips of an intoxicating mixture of curiosity and arousal, Aiden found himself unable to look away. His own desires ignited, his body responding to the alluring spectacle before him. This unexpected encounter had awakened a side of him that he never knew existed, fueling his darkest fantasies and leaving him yearning for more.

Standing a few cm from him, she could clearly see the desire in the man. He was taller than her but shorter than Christian. He was clean shaven, spotting a mixture of silver and black on his head. In all honesty, the man didn't look a day older than 40. He was lean, with no belly fat like one would expect. "I have always desired to feel you bend over this desk and fuck you like you've never been fucked before." Isabelle's jaw gaped. She pushed the chair behind her and sidestepped him when he moved closer. Her palms had begun to sweat, and her shoulders were rising up quickly. Blood boiled beneath her skin. "How fucking dare you? What is wrong with you?"

"You're so sure when they're not your mate but you don't know how to identify the one?" "Some with the experience say there is instant attraction" the alpha wolf answered. "Others say that you would not be able to let her go." "How are you sure that's not Charlene Hayford?" Calvin asked seriously. "I've been thinking about her a lot lately and trust me, this is not my primal desires talking." "You feel the attraction, I don't." "What's the difference?" Calvin asked. "You were already in my head the first day I saw her." "You're right, that's your primal desires talking" the wolf responded. "This person in question, male or female would arouse and be an object of your feral Desires. My desire

It looked brand new and in English. Mesmerized l saw the book cover. There was a fusion of colors all over the page but in the middle of the page there was painting of a man standing in the dark with his legs apart and bands facing the ground. The only fascinating thing was his shadow was entirely different. It was a wolf with it's all four legs on the ground but with it's head held high and it's snout was in the air like it was howling. "Darn it", l frowned when I failed to understand anything.

Would he finally touch me the way I’d been fantasizing? I smiled and nodded along as Anna chattered excitedly about turning 18 and all the freedom it meant, but my mind was elsewhere. On the way his shirt stretched across his chest. On how his voice dropped when he said my name. On how badly I wanted to feel his hands on me. At one point, while Anna was laughing at something she’d said, Bruce’s foot lightly brushed mine under the table. He didn’t pull away. Neither did I. After dessert, Anna excused herself to take a quick call from one of her cousins. I saw my chance.

Never felt this desperate to have someone, to break through their walls, to make them want me the way I wanted them—to let me suck him dry, to bend over for him anytime, anywhere. And I had two days until I saw him again. Two days to plan, to prepare, to figure out how to make Professor Romans lose that infuriating control. I reached for my Book of Forbidden Desires and started writing.

Confessions about crushes, embarrassing stories, a ridiculous dare involving someone singing karaoke on the coffee table. Every time the bottle landed on Ethan, he chose truth. Safe. Boring. Survivable. Until Lila leaned forward with a wicked smile. “Ace,” she said sweetly. “Truth or dare?” “Truth.” She tapped her chin. “Who’s the most impossible person you could ever actually like?” Ethan’s pulse spiked. Every eye turned toward him. Including Noah’s. He swallowed. This was harmless. A joke answer. Something ridiculous. Something safe. But Noah was still looking at him. And suddenly the truth felt lodged somewhere behind Ethan’s ribs.

His fingers reached the edge of my underwear, and I made a sound I’d never made before, desperate and needy. “So responsive,” he praised softly, his breath hot against my neck. “So beautiful.” Then his fingers slipped beneath the fabric, and the world tilted. I gripped the arms of the chair, gasping as he touched me exactly where I needed him. His movements were slow at first, deliberate, learning what made me tremble. “Look at me,” he commanded quietly. I forced my eyes open, meeting his gaze. The raw desire I saw there made me dizzy. “That’s it,” he murmured, his fingers moving faster now, more purposefully. “Don’t look away.”

Pulling off my hoodie, I climb into bed, readjusting the pillows, muttering, “If anyone had peeked in, they would have thought I had grown humps in my sleep.” “Thash’ nice,” Beth mumbles, yanking the blanket over her head. Muttering a chosen curse word, I huddle under the blanket, allowing myself to drift off. *** It’s dark and raining. I don’t like the dark. “Taylor! Taylor!” The voice is so familiar but try as I might, I can’t get these chains off me. They’re weighing me down as the frightened voice calls out my name with a desperation that tears into me. She needs me.