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As I pushed my fingers in, I promised to myself that this night won’t end without sleeping with him. I am touching myself and trying to remember how Vin stared at me last night, and then I reached my peak when his smirk and lip bite flashed on my mind. When I’m finished touching my self. I immediately went out and trying to find Zilo the owner of this club. Why am I seeing hot guys around? Well I guess this party isn't bad at all. I am glad that i come here. "Hey" someone approached me. "Uhmm, Hi" "Hi, I'm Dexter. I approached you ' coz I saw you walking and you're not partying so I guess that we could chitchat a little you know?"

I pulled him toward me and crashed my mouth against his. It wasn't a soft kiss. It wasn't a movie kiss. It was messy, desperate, and full of all the anger and confusion we had been carrying since the day we became roommates. It tasted like salt and heat. It felt like a fight. Jax made a low sound in his throat: half a groan, half a growl and slammed me back against the tiled wall. The cold tile hit my back, but I didn't care because his body was warm, pressing against me, pinning me there. His hands moved from my arms to my waist, gripping me so hard I knew there would be marks tomorrow.

"Asher..." He groaned, hands moving higher, thumbs brushing the underside of my breasts. "That's it. Just like that. You're so fucking sexy, Isla. I've wanted this since I first saw you with the new hair." He pulled me back into his lap anyway, hands sliding down onto my thighs. I felt the heat pool between my legs as his fingers brushed my bare skin near my clit. "Fuck, you feel good," he murmured while moving his hands straight to my core. I jolted, my toes curling. This was a sin. A delicious sin I shouldn't crave.

The sheer size and heat of him beneath her was overwhelming, sending a sharp, electric jolt straight to the pit of her stomach. "Come on," Dominic rumbled darkly, his voice dropping into a thick, territorial growl that sent a shiver straight down her spine. His thumbs rubbed soothing yet demanding circles into her waist. "There is no way out tonight, Rosalie. Now, you will show me exactly who your body belongs to. Kiss me. Touch me."

Romero shook his head and blurted out before he could stop himself, “No I don't. I don't enjoy putting you through pain just because I want to make love to you. No Natalia, I do not.” “But you love rough sex as you call it.” She retorted. Romero nodded, “I do. But it's certainly not the same thing with that horror.” When she had first introduced it to him, he was open-minded about it, of course he did love to explore but he knew such sex had limits but she wanted him to keep going even beyond the limits, he listened to her but it didn't sit well with him. “You said you wanted to fix this.” She hissed as she took her plate and went to the sitting room leaving Romero.

she chirped, clicking play. As the story unfolded, with its sweeping landscapes and tense romantic dialogue, she felt herself being drawn in. Then came the first intimate scene. It was artfully shot, but raw and passionate. A slow, warm flush began to spread through her body, a familiar ache of arousal coiling deep in her belly.

I jerked and turned off my phone screen. “Too late; I’ve seen it already,” Romi teased, settling in the seat next to me. “So do you want to fill me in on why you are checking if pregnant women can get horny?” A wry smile formed across her lips. Ignoring her questions, I opened my laptop and began working. I narrowed my eyes and straightened my posture, focusing all my attention on the laptop. “Who is making you horny?” Undeterred, she continued to tease. “Luca?” Her eyes sparkled, reflecting how much she was enjoying this.

Was this allowed? “Well, I’m not a selfish person,” Romero kneeled before me. While I was still wondering, Romero’s hands pushed my thighs wide open. Without waiting for a signal, he licks my pussy. My sighs and moans grew louder. My breath catches for air, seeking release from all the touches that set my body on alluring fire.

“Fuck.” Rachel stared at her phone in the hotel room. Another lonely business trip, another boring night. The steamy romance novel she’d bought at the airport wasn’t helping the growing ache between her legs. It had been weeks since her breakup, and she was horny. She decided to head down to the hotel bar. Slipping into a cocktail dress and heels, she felt good as heads turned when she walked in. She ordered a glass of wine and soon a well-dressed man named Grant slid onto the stool beside her.

I say firmly. “Not sweet love. If you are looking for a romantic person with green flags, you are in the wrong place and waiting for something that will not fill you. Our romance is dark, that one that has a lot of red flags and we want more. We like the possessive, the firmly delivered.