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"You want a puppet who'll nod and smile. However, now the puppet's strings are cut, and you're freaking out." Francis' expression turned icy. "I'm not freaking out." "Then why switch my meds?" I asked, a challenge. "You're terrified. Terrified that without those drugs, I'll realize I don't love…" His response was to kiss me, a fierce, angry kiss. I fought back, but he held me by the nape of my neck, deepening the kiss until the metallic taste of blood filled my mouth. He had bitten my lip. It was a kiss unlike any other in the ten years I had known him, fueled by both lust and a need to punish.

Her breast pressed to his chest, one hand held her by the waist while the other squeezed her a*s as they french kissed. Regardless of what I was seeing, I continued to turn the pages, it was hard not to. And there were even more breath-taking sensual images as I went on. My breathing changed. I felt it—low and steady—that slow bloom of heat building in my stomach. My thighs pressed together instinctively, and my grip on the glossy pages tightened.

I murmured, holding onto him, trying to steady my racing heartbeat. “Sorry, my angel… but I think you’ve awakened a demon in me,” he whispered, pressing kisses along my neck as we slowly shed layers of clothing. My stomach did that fluttery thing it always did with him. His kisses always had thatahicak effect, leaving me wanting more. But for a split second, my mind drifted to Damien. Why him? Not now. I shook my head, trying to focus on Ray and the warmth spreading through me. Without warning, Ray put all his member into me. The pain was nothing compared to the pleasure I felt afterwards. He paused, searching my eyes, and I tilted my head slightly, giving him permission to keep going.

Johnny started slowly, savoring every second of her vulnerability. He began at her neck, pressing open-mouthed kisses along the sensitive column of her throat. His lips were warm, deliberate, tracing the line where her pulse fluttered wildly beneath the skin. He lingered over her racing heartbeat, sucking gently until a faint red mark bloomed. Then he moved to her collarbone, following the delicate ridge with the flat of his tongue, nipping lightly at the hollows Charlotte’s breathing hitched. She twisted her head to the side, trying to give him more access even as she fought the urge to beg for more. He didn’t rush. He never did when he wanted to draw things out

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The moment he touched me, something in him snapped. “Fuck… are you sure?” he breathed and I nodded while biting my lip. In one sudden move, Daniel grabbed me by the waist and lifted me onto the kitchen counter like I weighed nothing. I gasped as he stepped between my legs, his hands sliding up my thighs, pushing the robe higher. “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted this Mrs Reynolds,” he growled, his voice suddenly much deeper. “I do Daniel.” He smirked before His mouth crashed against mine. The kiss was desperate, hungry, and messy. His tongue pushed into my mouth as his hands roamed all over my body — squeezing my thighs, grabbing my ass, sliding up to cup my breasts.

I was totally exposed, vulnerable and naked, and I loved it. His mouth kissed my neck, and then the second kiss was ice cold, holding ice between his lips. He moved it down my neck, my body trying to escape the chair and the coldness. He rubbed it along my collarbone, watching me squirm, my eyes widening as I began to moan. Then, slowly trailing it down and rubbing it over my nipple, my body lurched forward, unable to move, the feeling so unreal.

Ryder, his voice a low rasp, replied, "For you, my love, I would conquer the world itself." Without hesitation, Kara stepped forward, raindrops trailing down her face like glistening tears. Her outstretched hand reached for him, a silent invitation that embraced the depths of their connection. Ryder grasped her hand, intertwining his fingertips with hers, feeling the sparks of their love ignite at their touch. A breath caught in Kara's throat as she spoke, her voice a husky whisper amidst the storm. "Ryder, she was in shock to see him Kara had just nestled herself into the plush cushions of the cozy reading nook, lost in the captivating world of a steamy romance novel. The room was filled wi

I am as exciting and predictable as a loaf of sliced white bread. Anyway, back to my story. The traffic started moving, and off he went, leaving behind the lingering scent of tobacco. At work, I had trouble concentrating, and spent most of the day creating racy vignettes in my head with us as the feature characters. Let's be honest; I have a very vivid imagination. The closest I've been to a hot steamy encounter is courtesy of the pages of my endless supply of paperback romance novels. I'm not the kind of girl that attracts hot, sexy men. In fact, I've been called an ice queen by more than one guy. But when I'm in the middle of one of my books, I am sensual, daring, sarcastically humorous, a

I felt Ethan withdraw from me, his eyes were dark, shamelessly filled with lust, I could sense he was forming a plan in his head, his eyes roamed over my body, taking in the sights of my nakedness, my erected nipples pointed out of my breasts, down to my well shaved pussy, I could see the fire in his eyes, the longing through the way his body was reacting. The touch of his lips again on my skin was tender, sensual, leaving a tingle rushing all through me, and then his lips skated across my skin, warm and moist, and I couldn’t stop a shiver, couldn’t stop a gasp, His lips moved from the bud of my nipples up to my shoulder, but kissing for the sake of kissing.