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His large hand stroked slowly up and down her bare back, trying to warm her. “Better?” he asked, voice low and rough. “A little,” Lila whispered, pressing her face into the crook of his neck. His scent — clean sweat, woodsmoke, and pure male — made her dizzy. They stayed like that for hours, bodies pressed tightly together under the blankets. The cold outside was brutal, but the heat building between them was even more dangerous. Lila shivered again, shifting closer. Her bare thigh brushed against the growing hardness in Kai’s sweatpants. She froze.

Story Title (1): Owned by the Devil Chapter 1: You're Not Keeping It I was bent over the bathtub, gripping the edge, my legs spread wide as Damian took me hard from behind. His thick length drove into me again and again, each thrust was so powerful I couldn't help but cry out, moaning and gasping from deep inside me. The bathroom was cold and spotless, but we were a mess... sticky, flushed, and dripping with sweat. We were burning up.

Rylee said sweetly, tilting her head to one side, "is both an aphrodisiac and a paralytic…enough to flood your body with desire, but just enough weakness that you can't fight back." His breathing quickened. His body tingled. He tried to rise, but his legs wouldn’t cooperate. "You're insane," he said through gritted teeth. She clapped her hands twice. The door opened. Five women walked in. Each one tall, poised, and wrapped in velvet and sin. Women from Velvet Flame. Zena was among them…tattooed, leather corset, legs for days. She chewed gum and gave Cameron a sultry once-over. "Rylee, you bad girl…" she purred with a dark chuckle.

I hyperventilated, hands shaking badly I almost dropped my phone. Rage took over, boiling in my chest. "Piece of shit! " I hissed, scrolling through his photos faster. Was he here to steal my company's secret? Or try to blackmail me so my company would run down then buy it? So many thoughts. So many questions. But even as fury burned, my cheeks flushed as I quickly got horny with every hot picture of him. My clit was pulsing like a needy slut. I bit my lips, rubbing my thighs together to create friction.

Austin's hot seed fills me and I take it with soul shattering joy. The burn on my ass and legs. The ache in my pussy, the solid weight of Austin making it hard to breathe. I hold on, my fingers no longer in my hair but digging into his skin. Our bodies stay joined and I wonder what he feels at this exact moment. We're wet with mingled sweat and sex. Two people who should hate each other. I don't want hate.

I climbed the stairs on trembling legs, each step sending fresh waves of searing need crashing through my body. The heat clawed at my insides like a living thing, demanding to be sated. My skin burned, slick coating my thighs with every movement, and my core throbbed painfully empty. Lorenzo’s bedroom door was ajar at the end of the hall. I pushed it open, the heavy alpha scent inside—woodsmoke, cedar, and undeniable power—hitting me like a drug. It only made the ache worse.

"Feels like a dream." "Then let's make it unforgettable." His hand slid up her thigh under the coat, fingers pressing against her core through wool pants. She bit her lip, her arousal flaring. The buildup had simmered all day, from stolen gropes in crowds, to his cock grinding against her ass while window-shopping. Now, back at the hotel, the room decked with a tiny tree he'd surprised her with, it's lights twinkling. Kai lit candles, the flicker dancing on his skin as he poured eggnog, spiked heavy into mugs.

Her books sold by the thousands: Fuck Me Until Dawn, where the protagonist was destroyed by a mafioso with a 23-centimeter cock; Fireman’s Dick — the irony of fate hitting hard now — and her most recent one, Emergency Orgasm, which had spent three straight weeks at the top of the charts. That hot Friday night, the apartment’s air conditioning was struggling against the humid heat of the city. Clara sat in the swivel chair of her improvised office, wearing nothing but a tiny black thong that was already completely soaked and an old, oversized rock band t-shirt that barely covered the lower curve of her round ass. Her heavy breasts swung freely under the thin fabric, dark hard nipples brushing

Alex, holding a cup of tea on the porch, watched them with a peace she had once believed impossible. She had finally come home. And this time, so had Chester.... A slowly heating romance between Sande, and Daniel the famous billionaire Playboy was beginning to heat up. Will the romance turn out right between them or…?. Find out in book two of the series'.

Austin’s hot seed fills me and I take it with soul shattering joy. The burn on my ass and legs. The ache in my pussy, the solid weight of Austin making it hard to breathe. I hold on, my fingers no longer in my hair but digging into his skin. Our bodies stay joined and I wonder what he feels at this exact moment. We’re wet with mingled sweat and sex. Two people who should hate each other. I don’t want hate.