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I don't wait for revival, I steady one hand on his thigh, the other on the base of his cock then slowly wrap my lips around the head. "Fuck." "Just like that." The validation gets me. Every. Damn. Time. **** There was some issue with chapter Seventeen. You may have delays reading the whole thing. I didn't want to upload it with this so the cost doesn't get too much. Apologies again!

BOOK 3: Chapter 49: Sinfully Yours They are kissing each other like nothing else in the world matters. Their mouths move in sync, desperate and greedy, lips molding together in a slow, heated dance that only deepens with every second. Tongues entwine, curling and tasting, savoring the forbidden flavor of each other like it’s the last thing they’ll ever have. Their kiss isn’t just about hunger—it’s about a desperate need. It’s raw and aching. They are clinging onto one another, shivering under the weight of the passion that has consumed them both entirely.

"Just another chapter. That's the tittle of Peach's last maestra. And you are the protagonist in it. The two of you. You never came out of your shell. That is why I just give it to you right now. What a timing right? I hope soon you'll get better Sevastian..." With Sevastian's shaky hand, he flip the pages one by one. Reading every single words carefully while tearing up... ******************OCEAN_TEN*********************************************************************

Charlotte woke to the slow, deliberate lash of a tongue against her clit. The sensation hit like a spark… sharp, electric and unexpected. Her body responded before her mind fully caught up: a soft gasp escaped her lips, hips lifting instinctively toward the source of pleasure. The tip of that same tongue flicked over the swollen bud repeatedly… teasing strokes that sent zinging sensations racing through her core, down her thighs and up her spine. Each flick was precise, maddening, designed to make her ache without mercy

“WE NEED TO TALK ABOUT THE LODGE.” I didn’t open them. Not until I was home. Showered. Alone. Back in the armor of city lights and sharp suits. Then I did what I always do. I poured a glass of red. Opened my laptop. And braced for the mess. But I wasn’t prepared for this. Title: “Locked In: A True Story of Lust in the Storm” By: Jax Hart I blinked. Then clicked. The bastard had published a preview. A whole fucking chapter. On his newsletter. To over two million subscribers.

The pain that tears through me no longer has anything in common with the methodical pricks of the needle; it’s a detonation, a fire that suddenly ignites every nerve in my hip to climb back up along my spine like a flow of lava, an agony so white, so total, so blinding that it shatters in an instant all the dikes I had erected, and I hear a scream tear through my vocal cords, an animalistic, primal sound that I didn’t know myself capable of producing, a howl that springs from the depths of my belly to shatter against the walls of this bedroom that has suddenly become a torture chamber, and I collapse forward, my forehead almost hitting the mattress, my entire body shaken by uncontrollable sp

I licked my lower lip and looked at him seductively. He gripped my hair and then claimed my lips. I felt him biting my lips over and over again, to the point that I can now feel the taste of metal in my mouth. His mouth fell on my chest, and he sucked it both like a lion, so angry at his prey. His eyes are burning, and I anticipated all of his touches, even if they were harsh and rough. All the more I want it. He had just finished on my chest when he pulled me into his body and then claimed my lips again. A moan escaped from my mouth when he lifted me up and slapped my butt five times.

"Tell me how much you missed me." Her lips crashed against mine, stealing my breath, igniting the fire already burning in my veins. I melted into her, into the heat, the power, the feeling of being completely unchained. This was power. This was freedom. And I was never going back. --- End of Chapter 18

Oh, hot damn! This is it! Keep your fingers to your screen people, this chapter is going be it. Erm...now...let us begin... *** He was devouring me like he had been starving for days. I was moaning in no time, he groaned and pulled my body flat to his. He was licking and kissing my neck. "You smell so good, so...you were really at the spa and leave early?" Talking like a true stalker. "Yes..." I breathed out my reply.

OK, give me a conflict next chap. The peak conflict is not yet. I will tell you later if this is the peak conflict. But about a few more parts, the conflict was the peak. Read carefully every chapter because it contains sugar, wrong! Contains clue. See you babe🥰🥰🥰🥰🎉🎉🎉❤️❤️❤️.