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She was innocent, like a lamb, and yet the heat made her bold, unafraid to pursue what she craved. Heat was an enigmatic force that turned rational beings into slaves of their desires. It pushes you to touch, caress, and fuck your mate’s brain out. Emotions run high during the heat. You cannot see your mate upset or angry. You want your mate to be completely satisfied at all times. I have even heard that the only thought you have in your mind is your mate. Now that I have experienced this, I know that it is true. Right now, my thoughts were wholly consumed by Aarya, her image and her scent etched into every corner of my mind. Nothing else matters.

She's just IT. "Lily you look so hot in just one year!" She covers her mouth in genuine excitement. I don't believe her. But why will she lie to me? Am I really hot? Is that why Luca and the guys from last night party couldn't keep their eyes off me? I'm hot. I. am. HOT! She twirls her fingers. "Turn around." I do the 360 spin and hear Tiffany say a low "damn. Look at that ass. That's the kind of ass that can make a guy go crazy."

he murmured, his eyes holding a clear invitation. I nodded, my voice catching in my throat. The night with the hot stranger was a whirlwind of raw, uninhibited sensation. It was a desperate attempt to fill the gaping void inside me, to replace the ache with something immediate and physical. His touch was electrifying, his passion undeniable. We moved together with a furious urgency, a shared hunger that consumed everything else. It was a steamy sex, filled with a desperate intensity that left me breathless and momentarily numb to the world outside. For those hours, lost in the heat of the moment, I could almost forget the impossible choices, the betrayals, the shattered pieces of my life. It

She was hot, sore, and ready for him, the thought made his cock jerk, precum smearing its cap, and his neck muscles protruded, accentuating his dragon tattoo that made it appear more fiery and ravenous. “Ryder uh Ryder, oh-my-god it's so- her shaky words caught in her throat as her squirt coated the vibrator, wrenching a sob from her that she let the pillow go. “So what? Tell me baby, do you want it?” He asked, his trembly hand going up and down his piping hot shaft, as he focused on the redness of her ass. “Y-e-a.” Her voice broke, yet another incoming orgasm tightened her core that her whole body quaked at the overwhelming stimulation.

In my dreams, heat washed over me, an intense desire building within. Zavier was there, his eyes dark with longing. We kissed passionately, our hands roaming, exploring each other’s bodies with fervour. His touch ignited a fire in me, a need so profound it felt like I would shatter without it. His hands traced lines of fire down my skin, and I responded eagerly, pulling him closer, needing more.

I could feel his firm and sturdy chest through his layers of clothing and I felt the heat down between my legs. "Gosh! I can never resist the urge to be touched whenever I see a cute guy. I could already feel my body turning mushy and the heat that's pooling between my legs is causing quite a discomfort, But it's a sweet and pleasurable discomfort and that is making me itch for his touch. I don't fucking care if he doesn't play along with my plans, all I fucking want right now is to be screwed by this handsome dude with firm abs and a sturdy chest. I’m sure he'll be so huge down there, filling me up with his huge dick, rocking my whole world upside down.

In a rush, I go to stand in front of the air conditioner to cool myself, even though I know that the it cannot help the hotness I feel. The heat is not just from the chase… The hotness is from the forbidden wetness between my thighs. A wetness born out of lust for something that should be unallowed, a despirw for omething my family should never know about… How do I explain that being in the same car as Kole Powers, the son of my family's enemy, while running from a mutual enemy got me this hot and bothered? I sigh loudly from pleasure as I push my boobs together and rub them slowly through my clothes.

His voice had dipped lower, rich and dangerous, like it had been dipped in heat and steel. A shiver ran down my spine. Heat curled low in my stomach, traitorous and wild. My nipples tightened beneath my baggy T-shirt, and I silently cursed my body for betraying me at the worst possible time. Then his next words rolled out like a slow, torturous tease; “Are you… catching feelings for me, Miss Anderson?”

WARNING: MATURE CONTENT!!! SOME SCENES CONTAIN VULGAR AND EROTIC LANGUAGE!!! READ AT YOUR OWN RISK!!! HER POV Even though the room was cool, she felt stiflingly hot. She felt an urge to strip off her clothes because of the intense heat enveloping her. She couldn't understand why she was feeling this way; it was as if her body was stirring with a deep, restless craving—a need to be satisfied.

I looked up immediately. ‘Ohhhhhhh Damn. He is… he is…. He is hard.’ “Pretty embarrassing, huh?” he chuckled uneasily. “Ever heard of the heat?” He turned a little, leaning his back on the door frame. “No.” “It's a wolf’s intense desire to mate.* He said, his voice heavy. “Its ripping me apart.” “Really?” I took a long look at his face. He wasn't lying. I smiled from ear to ear. “Oh, too bad. I can't help you there.” I said with a grin.