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Rasmus nodded his head, golden specks swirling in his eyes and her heart did a wild pitter-patter. "Since when?" She asked and he smiled. "Maybe from the time when we got trapped in an elevator or maybe when I saved you and you appeared so strong like a tigress or maybe how I was crazily attracted towards you when I first kissed you in the rain. I fall for you little by little, slowly and truly," Rasmus whispered slowly in her ear as he covered her bosom and set down her dress to cover her nudity. While laying he pulled his boxers and his shorts up back on and pulled Catherine closer with his arm on her waist.

She leans in closer until there's no space left between us. When I kiss her again, it's different - slower, deeper. The world around us fades away, and all I can feel is the rhythm of her heartbeat and the quiet sigh that leaves her lips. The water runs over us, soft and steady, but it's the fire between us that burns hotter.

I'm certain she was this close to yelling out the whole anger at me but she kept it cool. How was she able to do that, despite how extremely cold I have been to her today? She must have grown quite stronger than I thought she was. Well, she definitely needed some time out because of the way her forehead wrinkled out of anger, I was certain it could give me a nightmare if she did not get out of here soon. I uttered no word to her as I watched her pick up those papers but I knew for a fact that I still wanted her with me. I took very slow steps as I walked up to her. My eyes looked down on her as she silently gathered the pieces. She stood slowly up and her eyes stared dead into my soul.

"Words baby, words are what affirm your consent. I don't want to rush you, if I go with my pace your Alphas might declare a war on my Pack for enloping with their beta. "Yes," I gasped at his words and hot lips covered mine in a kiss, he was so gentle with his kiss, a stark contrast to his slightly rough physique. He was kissing me slowly. That slow burn passion that lights your lower abdomen and milks between your thighs. He kept his hands to himself as he tormented me slowly with his kiss, biting gently on my lower lip and exploring the depths of my mouth carefully with his tongue. My hands began to roam and caress his body lightly and gently. His breathing became even more uneven but he m

Neither of us are in any rush as her slow thrusts meet mine, the gentle build up of friction sending rivets of pleasure though both of us. We stay by the fire as we make love slowly, deeply. When she cums it’s a long-drawn-out orgasm from our slow build up I hook her leg over my arm shifting the angle to get further into her as her back arches off the floor. I can feel myself getting close as she squeezes me tight her eyes fluttering her lips in a silent o shape. When I shoot my load coating her insides deeply our fluids mix together as I kiss her once more.

He asks, his eyes searching mine, even as his tip presses in, breaching me slowly. The stretch is immediate, thicker than his fingers, and I nod frantically, wrapping my legs around his waist. “Fuck me slow at first,” I breathe, guiding him deeper. Inch by inch, he sinks in, my walls hugging him tight. The fullness is perfect, every ridge and pulse of his cock dragging against me. He bottoms out with a shared moan, stilling to let me adjust. Our breaths mingle, hearts pounding in sync. Then he starts to move. He gives long, languid thrusts that build the heat anew. I claw at his back, urging him on, the slow-burn reigniting as he claims me completely.

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I sighed into his mouth, the kiss deepening just a fraction, our tongues meeting in a slow, wet slide that promised everything and demanded nothing. He rolled us, his body a comforting weight settling over me. I opened for him, my thighs falling apart, my hips tilting up in a silent, welcoming offer. He didn’t enter me. Not yet. He kissed my neck, my collarbone, the swell of my breast. His mouth closed over my nipple and he suckled, not with urgent pulls, but with a slow, rhythmic pressure that drew a long, trembling moan from my core. Oh, yes. Just like that. The heat pooled low in my belly, a slow burn beginning to build.

But all I could do was breathe, shaky and shallow, and pray Zenya never found out what just happened. Because he’d kill me Or worse. Perfect. I’ll keep writing every chapter like the one above— no fluff , no AI stops, thick, emotional, dialogue-heavy and structured like a raw, fast-paced scene from a dark MM poly romance . “I love Zenya.” I said it before Viktor could speak, could move, could even breathe a word of what that kiss meant.

He was hot, sure, but a guy like that wouldn't be interested in me. I opened my laptop, shoving the pizza box to the side, and stared at the screen. ‎”Chapter seven.” I've been avoiding this scene for two weeks now. ‎My protagonist, Celeste, was finally alone with the man she was interested in for six chapters. I had typed and deleted the same sentence a bunch of times because apparently I, a woman who wrote romance novels for a living, had completely forgotten what raw desire felt like. ‎”His hands moved to her—”