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He was about to pull away when things were getting pretty intense but she pleaded. “Don’t stop Ronald, I want you....” Raina pulled away from the kiss and let go of her robe. Ronald’s jaw was literally on the carpet. He couldn’t believe what he was looking at. Raina was in red sexy lingerie which enhanced her well-defined bump. Ronald could feel himself getting hard, he was sure a cold shower couldn’t cure his erection this time around. He wanted her so bad. “This is the best birthday gift, my love, I promise to be as gentle as I can.” He lifted her in a bridal style, ready to make love to the Queen of his Heart. The End.........

hot, demanding, tasting like coffee and mint. His hands would slide roughly under my dress, fingers digging into my thighs as he ground his hard cock against me. I could feel the heat of his breath on my neck, hear his low, desperate groans every time he thrust deep inside me, filling me completely. My legs would shake around his waist while he fucked me hard and fast, sweat slick on our skin, my nails digging into his back as I cried out his name. Those nights left me sore, satisfied, and completely fucking his. Now we barely even touched each other except for quick kisses when we passed each other in the morning. Sometimes, he would text “I miss you” late at night from different countries

She then looked at him leaned in for kiss it felt like it lasted long but it was just for a few seconds “Do you like it” he asked looking at her as she blushed then he dragged her and kissed her again Dating Mateo felt like living inside a painting. He took her to hidden cafés. To quiet beaches outside the city. To late-night music performances. Sometimes he would sketch her while she talked. “Stop moving,” he said once. “I’m not moving.” “You’re breathing too loudly.” She laughed. “You’re impossible.” “And yet you like me.” He couldn’t deny that.

"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.

It was a very expensive ride. "Of course it is, this is a memory that I'll engrave in my head forever hehe." "Oh really? There were better moments than this though." I can't believe this guy is such a clichè. I guess he wanted to do some romantic stuff he saw on tv. "Better moments than this? I can't possibly think of anything better than riding the ferris wheel on the sunset with you, isn't that the most romantic?" Ugh, just like what I've thought! What a clichè.

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.

“On my card. Without telling me.” Her smile vanished instantly. “Do you even care about this marriage?” he continued. “Or are you just in it for the spoils?” The plate slipped from her hands. Tacos scattered across the floor. The sound echoed too loudly in the room. Charity froze. Then her eyes filled with fire. “So that’s what you think of me?” she snapped. “That I’m some gold digger?” Leon stood, stress radiating off him. “You didn’t even ask me.”

“I wasn’t gonna attend, but since you’re coming — yeah?” I smiled. “Yeah. It’s not exactly… comfortable in here anyway.” I could feel her perk up. “What did he do?” she asked immediately, and I chuckled. “Well, he’s with a girl right now. They’re making out in the living room — and she’s being unnecessarily loud too.” I scratched my hair. I could still hear them. “That’s awful,” her tone softened. “You good?” “Now, why would you think I’m not?” I countered. Ridiculous.

“Zoe, you bitch! You ruined everything! You ruined my marriage and my reputation, yet you’re here acting like you own the place?! I wouldn’t be in this state if it weren’t for you!” Her eyes were filled with hatred, as though she wanted to rip me apart. “Even Victor… Even he abandoned me because of you! Do you really think you’ve won?” She rushed at me like a lunatic before completing her sentence, her long nails aimed at my face. Before I could back away, though, someone jumped in front of me. It was that regular customer at the cafe who invited me here, and the heir to this hotel, Luke Wynne. “Please mind your behavior, ma’am.” Luke gripped Summer’s wrist, his voice calm but firm.

A mess. My cock’s finally getting what it’s been crying out for—grinding against his rock-hard abs as we move together like animals in heat. It's filthy. It’s desperate. It’s somehow still romantic. Burns so good, I might actually cry about it later. Do I feel loved? Absolutely. More than loved. Vital. Do I love him? There’s more to it than that. I choose him.