Ineffective Breathing Pattern

WARNING! Mature Contents!!! A one-night stand of hot unprotected sex filled with passion and desire and Tiffany West and Lorenzo Russo's lives intertwine forever. Tiffany has no idea her stepfather owes the Cosa Nostra money and she's been used to repay the debt with an arranged marriage to Demirci, a member of the Turkish Mafia. And then there's him. The devil with a handsome face and nice tailored suit and a heart as black as tar. Lorenzo Russo. He's the man she lusts after and loathes more than anything— his stone-cold demeanor, his arrogance, and too too-perceptive eyes. He's ability to see through her disguise to the broken girl she is has her infuriated. He's the embodiment of darkness and probably one of the most dangerous men in the world but she has no idea she's his frustration and fascination. Nowhere in Lorenzo Russo plan had he ever prepared for Tiffany. She's his opposite in every way… and the greatest temptation he's ever known. The breathing definition of everything he didn't want. She laughs too loud. She talks so much. She's clearly not his type, but still, he couldn't keep his eyes from following her wherever she goes and thinking about their night of wild sex. After a wild party where Tiffany clearly had too many drinks. She wakes up next to Lorenzo wearing his ring. His wedding ring. Who accidentally gets married to Lorenzo Russo, a Mafia don. Now she's forced to live with him. Sleep next to him. Be a wife to him. It didn't take long before shadows of the past comes knocking in the face of Salvatore Russo, the devil of a father that orders the murder of his sons. Now he's out to destroy the one thing Lorenzo Russo seems to obsess about, Tiffany West.

His dick continued pounding into her. He had gone harder, stretching her even more. She couldn't help but moan. This sound had him losing his mind. He went even faster, his finger stuck in her hair. "Fuck!" He cursed as his breathing turned rapid. His hand went down to spread her legs apart as she tried closing them, not being to take all he was giving her. "Don't close them!" He said between grunts. His hand went to play with her clit. It had turned swollen. With each thrust, his hand went in a circle on her. His rough fingers were soft on her, going soft but at the same time, hard. He knew his techniques. Her legs began shaking more as she was on edge. She was ready to cum. Her eyes rolled to the back of her head as she began to drool slightly. His thrust remained in pace soon her walls began to tighten. She was near. " Oh yes!" She screamed as she came hard on his dick. She tried catching her breath, short of air from their sex. Quickly, he rolled over and she ended up on top. His dick was still inside her, hard and twisting. That was when it hit her, he hadn't had his release but she still asked. "What are you doing?" "We aren't done yet. You are going to ride me, hard and fast."

Keller has turned eighteen and is eager to meet his mate. He is ready to leave his lascivious ways to commit a lifetime love with his destined one but unfortunately, all the tales of meeting-your-mate-is-a-wonderful- thing he has heard from his family shredded his fantasy. His mate denied him for reasons that were unbeknown to him. But he wasn't having it. He refused to be denied and was determined to claim her for himself, no matter what it takes. With his ex-girlfriend breathing down his neck and a psycho human added to the mix, he's in for a chase of a lifetime.

Isabella Harrods is a young journalist who meets Terrence Langston, the CEO of Langston's jewelry and the son of the most notorious mafia lord, who was assassinated by his own son, Terrence. Following their meeting, a serial killer imitating Terrence's father's killing pattern emerges, triggering Terrence's PTSD. Even though there is a serial killer on the loose, their hate-to-love relationship blossoms. Terrence forces her to sign a blood contract stating that only death can keep them apart. As the murder rate and Terrence's recurring PTSD skyrocket, Isabella decides to track down the perpetrator. Having sealed a blood deal with him, what happens when she walks in on him while carrying a severed human head?

“You like this so much, don’t you?” Theo asked hectically and nuzzled her temple. His fingers dug into her hips while he was pounding her from behind. She didn’t respond but moaned, her hands clenched on the headboard of the bed harder. He slapped her ass harshly. “Answer me.” “Ah!” Meli laughs breathlessly. “Yes...” Theo straightened and wound his hand around her long hair. The sound of their hips slamming was filling the hotel room. He kept fucking her relentlessly, this woman’s moans were like the most sensual music to his ears. After a few seconds, Meli’s moans turned into sobs and she came with a shaking cry, her body fell onto the mattress. Theo wasn’t there, he gave her a few last thrusts and reached his own apex as groaning. His muscled frame collapsed onto her delicate body. *** Theo is the CEO of a global company. He is his own person with a successful career, a loft as an ideal bachelor pad and a car he'd dreamt of. With his physique that women describe as a Greek god, he has no difficulty in getting a woman he desires. Everything in his life is in a strict order. It is a monotonous pattern, but never worrying. Never unnerving. Till she comes. His boss's new wife. Mrs. Aldridge. There is an insane chemistry between the two, and Theo has no idea how to handle those burning sparks emanating from it.

"You're an insensitive Bastard," I say. I want him to say something to do something, but he just leans against the wall staring at me. To my horror, I feel the telltale sign of tears, but I blink it away aggressively. Max walks towards me and cups my face "You've no idea," he says, leaning in. I don't know what I hope for, but I lift my head to face him anyway. We stare at each other for what feels like an eternity when he whispers "Do you think I'm not tired Callista, you should know by now that I am an addict and you are my addiction, I know I should back away, but these days when it comes to you, it seems my body doesn't obey my commands. I close my eyes, and i see you. I breathe, and your scent fills the air. Every day, i crave a taste of you. You everything to me. " His nose caresses my cheek, and he takes a long inhale, and I realise he's breathing in my scent. He then puts his forehead to mine, and his lips brush mine when he says "I'm never going back to how I was before, am I?" When I open my eyes, he's gone.

In the remote Arctic, where the nights stretch for months and air crackles with ancient magic, werewolf packs emerge breathing life into the cursed cold. With time, humans migrate, sharing an uneasy harmony with the pack. Fiona Ashford grows up with soon-to-be alpha Jason Frostwood and is ready to stand beside him to usher in the new era and bind the two powerful packs. Two nights before the wedding, she learns of his infatuation with Lena, a human girl. She is too late to intervene and it culminates in a public rejection that shatters her world. While Jason faces the wrath of his pack and the terrifying possibility of losing everything for a love that society deems forbidden, Fiona must navigate her shattered heart while wrestling with the idea of punishing Lena for Jason's betrayal.

"Aasif," I whispered, my voice shaky with desire. He didn't reply. He only held me tighter, his strong arms a band around my waist. His kisses grew more intense, all I wanted was him, His touch, his scent, him inside me. I was teetering on the edge, yet he held back. He held us back. He pulled away; his breathing as erratic as mine. His voice was rough, filled with an intense battle of restraint and desire   "This is just for curiosity's sake, right?" His voice was deep, husky, a sensual murmur against my skin that made my pulse race even faster. Gabriela a young nurse from a small Mexican town, shoulders the world as she strives to provide for her ailing mother and little sister, Maria. An unexpected opportunity emerges when she's offered a job at a prestigious hospital in Al-Qamar. Thrust into the vibrant but unfamiliar world of the Arabian desert, Gabby grapples with her new reality. But Gabby's life takes a dramatic twist when she crosses paths with a charismatic yet arrogant billionaire Sheikh. Their worlds collide in a whirlwind of opulence and high-stakes power dynamics, their association marked by the Sheikh's emotionally barren, benefit-based approach towards relationships. A tragic accident abruptly turns the tables when the Sheikh suffers memory loss, casting a shadow of uncertainty over Gabby's future. The once arrogant billionaire stands before her, a man without a past, unraveled and vulnerable. As Gabby is pulled into a vortex of caring for the man who once saw her as a mere commodity, she grapples with the strange affectionate ties that emerge. With a newfound bond budding and the Sheikh's memory threatening to return at any moment, Gabby is walking on a tightrope of emotions, what happens when the Sheikh's memory returns?

Before the wedding,Serena Williams caught her fiance with his mistress who is also her best friend. Angrily she called of the wedding and in a bid for revenge she ended up in her ex’s bed . Ben Blackwood is the CEO of the Blackwood Group . He is not only the richest man in the city but also very powerful and the most eligible bachelor. Rumors had it that he is ruthless and cold hearted. Her chest tightened. “He ruined me. Now, I want to return the favor.” Silence stretched between them. Then, suddenly, Ben tilted her chin up with two fingers, forcing her to meet his gaze. “You’re playing a dangerous game, Serena,” he murmured. “But lucky for you… I love danger.” Before she could react, he closed the distance, capturing her lips in a slow, searing kiss. It was nothing like Jake’s touch Ben was in complete control, every movement deliberate, calculated. He tasted of whiskey and power, of promises wrapped in sin. He kissed like a starving wolf ,cruel and teasing ,savoring her surrender before the kill . He was dangerous,but she couldn’t resist . She held on to him tightly, her legs brushing against his side ,a breathing moan escaped her lips . His hands trails up her body ,pushing under her shirt to cup her soft round breast . His teasing touch made shudder as she let out a trembling plea “ is this good enough Mr Blackwood?” “Got to say you’re pretty good”he smirked.

His breathing kicked up a notch, his fist are in tight balls while he eye fuck her bareness. His manhood fought between his robes. He caused with all the demons taking possession of his body...he was a priest. Before he could inwardly remind himself over again, Camila rushed to grabs his hand, while she subconsciously direct his fingers in exploration. Starting from her right breast lump down to her harden nipple. "You can't deny you don't want this Father." She said in between frustrated moans. He hardly could look away, breaths cut short in anticipation on where her exploration takes his fingers to. But she only sucked on them, grinding it in her heat moistened saliva from root to the peak. All his body was in a sizzling heat now while she sucked on his bare neck and worked on doffing his rob from his shoulders. Her sex locked him close to the wall. To hell with the Devils, he needed this. He needed her right now. Never had she been his to own and explore but each ceaseless day always riled him up with the pleasure to have her, snatch her away from his vindictive drug lord Father and savor her with all manners of canal desires. Is this simply just lust of the flesh or fulfilling his deprivation of being acknowledged and loved. • • • • • Rated 18 guys.... Don't say I didn't Warn you, well except you can take the spice🤤