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“That rather gives the plot away, no?” I laughed. “Romance novels aren’t known for being subtle.” He plucked the book from my fingers before I could react. He held it over my head as he flipped through it. “Where are the love scenes? Ah, found one.” He raised one golden eyebrow as he began to read aloud: “‘A fire lit in her belly. Damian’s hands were magic. Everywhere he touched, it was like fire across her skin.’” “Oh my God, stop—” He just held the book up higher. Tall people were the worst.

His scent, the firmness of his chest against my back, the confident claim in his hands—all blurred my thoughts and made my head spin. And the most dangerous part was the truth I didn’t dare say aloud. I was enjoying it. Every sinful second of it. “Kai,” he breathed against my skin, my name falling from his lips like something forbidden. His fingers closed around my nipples, pinching hard enough to send a sharp burst of pain through my chest. I cried out. The sound had barely left my mouth when Caspian bent his head. His lips found the aching flesh he’d tormented, warm and merciless as he drew it into his mouth.

Suddenly, she convulsed, a hot, frantic squirt hitting his face as she reached a massive climax. She didn't let him recover. She spun around and lowered herself onto him, guided his thick, rigid cock into her. She took him in one slow, soul-crushing movement that made Roman's vision go white. He felt himself slide into her, the tight, wet heat of her walls enveloping him completely. She began to ride him then, her movements fast and shallow. The sound of their bodies meeting was a wet, heavy thud that seemed to vibrate through the bookshelves. Roman's hands found her waist, his fingers bruising her skin as he anchored her to him.

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.

She knew that Liam meant every word he said, but she couldn't shake off the feeling that this was only the beginning of a long and dangerous battle. "Fuck me, Liam. Fuck me until you forget about him." As Penelope and Liam's passion for each other intensifies, they begin to undress, their hands moving quickly to remove each other's clothing. Penelope's fingers shake as she unzips her dress and lets it fall to the floor, revealing her lacy lingerie underneath. Liam's eyes darken with desire as he takes in the sight of her, and he quickly sheds his own clothes. They stand before each other, their bodies bare, the love and desire they feel for each other clear in their eyes. They embrace, their

Chapter 9 Cassiel kneels between my spread legs, his cold fingers wrapping around my hips to position me just right. I can feel the blunt head of his cock pressing against my untouched entrance, the threat of it making me tremble. But i feel something strange. A strange heat blooms in my chest, spreading through my veins like wildfire. My vision swims, the edges blurring not with tears but with a dizzying rush of pure, terrifying lust. My skin flushes, beads of sweat forming on my brow as my pulse starts roaring in my ears. Every nerve ending comes alive, hypersensitive and screaming for more. The pain from Evren's assault melts away, replaced by an insatiable hunger that makes no sense.

The fire crackled beside us, its warm glow flickering against the rough walls of the cave. Ronan’s lips moved against mine, slow and deep, as if he was memorizing the feel of me. My hands clutched at his shirt, pulling him closer, my body burning with a need I’d never known before. The mate heat coursed through me, every touch sending sparks across my skin.

By the time anyone figured out the truth, the damage would already be done. She leaned back, sipping wine, the screen's glow reflecting in her eyes. > “You wanted to play with fire, Serena? Let’s see how you handle the burn.” --- Damien’s Penthouse – Next Morning Neither of them had slept. Serena sat at the edge of the couch, blanket around her shoulders, scrolling in silence. Damien stood by the window, sleeves rolled up, shirt rumpled, his jaw clenched as he read headline after headline. > “FAKE LOVE: Serena Vale’s Rise Built on Lies”

The Nouveau-Riche Romance Chapter twenty-nine The brightness of the day filtered into the room. Illuminating it with its soft glow. The illumination was just enough to rouse Joan from sleep. Her body felt relaxed, she felt mellow really. It felt like she was coming down from a drug high. No, it was a sex high. Sex? Sex... Joan abruptly opens her eyes as she remembered the events of the previous night. She had sex with Asher. Now that she thought about it it was a crazy night and she wouldn't believe it if she hadn't experienced it.

Right there in his massive sitting room, under the distant glow of the city lights, he stripped his vest off her shoulders, leaving her entirely bare before him. He unbuckled his belt and discarded his trousers, his dark eyes locked on her body with a fierce, burning need. Roman gripped her hips, lifting her easily and pressing her back flat against the cold, hard surface of the marble bar table. The contrast of the cold stone against her burning skin made Mila cry out, her legs without thinking wrapping around his waist to pull him closer. "Roman, please..." she moaned, her head tossing back as his mouth traveled down her throat, biting lightly at her collarbone, leaving dark marks that wou