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Having it any later would be unsatisfying, and she didn’t want that to happen. The lustful cravings took over Latina’s consciousness, not to mention the peculiar thirst that sent shivers on her taste buds. She wanted his body but more importantly, for a reason that she couldn’t decipher, she wanted something else. A pair of sharps, glistening fangs emerged when she stretched her mouth open. Latina couldn’t contain herself from drooling as she envisioned herself slurping his crimson juice. The brownish pigments in her eyes turned to a bright scarlet hue which astonished him.

If she didn’t specifically tell us what she wanted tonight, I’d lose control about now. But her wants are our calling. They are musts. The goddess gets what the goddess wants. And she wants to feel us all at the same time. “If I wasn’t obsessed with granting your wishes, you’d be on your back right now, getting it filthy. Is that how you imagined us all those years while you fingered yourself in the dark? In the glow of your phone?” I grind upward with my hips and she trembles and gasps. “Poor girl needed the real thing. You’re getting it now, aren’t you?”

, that's all he says before getting up. Dominique doesn't even look back as he leaves, all I can see is the door closing. I lie on my stomach among the empty packages, still gasping, feeling the heat that’s about to finish me off. And I find myself longing for more, even though I know I shouldn't be. It's not the most rational option, but I'm afraid. What if it gets to the point where I can't control it? I'll really have to go to Blanca or move away, and the thought of staying away from Dominique is no longer an option. I feel safe, as insane as that is...

I don't understand what's wrong with me, since Monday I haven't stopped thinking about Camille, her image comes to my mind every moment, remembering the smoothness of her skin, her fresh and natural face, her curves under her wide clothes, they have me Desperate, I would like to make her mine, but it is something that cannot be, I do not even know her well, but I want to have her in my bed, under my sheets, I do not understand, I refuse to believe that this is happening to me, I am a committed man and I refuse to lack my values. I get out of bed, thinking about Camille now I have ten minutes less of my exercise routine, I lift my sheets and see how thinking about her causes me a reaction, my

"We marry with those whom we love or love to develop after marriage. And I am sure in your heart there is not even L word of love for me." She said looking straight into his eyes. He was so closer to her hovering over her that Sanam can felt the warmth of his breathing on her face. Sanam felt her throat becoming dry on feeling his intimacy and closeness. "You are exactly right Sanam Ibrahim but I really love my son and in his love, I am ready to marry to the person who I hate most." With his grim face, he made himself clear. His eyes were still fixed on Sanam's face. "If I deny you."

The harsh slapping of our skin, his seriousness in digging into me, and my moans of pleasure were the only things I desired at this moment. “Liam, can you fuck me until I have no strength left?” I whispered, putting an arm around his neck. “Sure,” he increased the speed of banging me, and I moaned in great delight. “I want to fuck you every day if possible, stepsis,” he said before kissing me deeply. We both know what we’re doing was impermissible, but we just couldn’t help it. We’d already tasted the bait and, like fish, we’d been hooked. We couldn’t stop now. Even if this path led straight to destruction, at least it was a pleasurable path.

“And I don’t want to lie to myself anymore....I want you Eva.” My world tilted dangerously. “You are out of your damn mind!!!"

His heart swelled in his chest. He should be angry at himself for desiring another. For being comfortable with another lady other than the one he had made a silent promise to, but he wasn't. He wasn't. Instead, he wanted more. More of this strange desire, more of her sweet pussy, more of the comfort he didn't know how, yet she brought to him. In a calm gravelly tone, he spoke. “…You are driving me fucking insane, Cupcake and I can't even stop myself.”

I furrowed my brow, and with another blink, his gaze turned cold again. “Step away if you don't want this to fall over you,” he warned coldly. My lips parted, and I quickly moved away from the tree. My throat tightened as I recalled his gaze from earlier. His eyes were gentle, sweet, and wishful. I also saw the longing and unfulfilled desire. That might be my imagination, right? Like the images I saw when my head throbbed. I can’t imagine Silas being soft towards me. That’s beyond imagination and surely will not happen. Given his cold demeanor towards me, his being affectionate was an impossible notion.

This intemperate humanity always makes us susceptible to any weakness, turning inside out and doing what it will with desire like a bunch of rags sewn haphazardly to our animalistic consciousness, it sounds like such a physical and psychic suffering caused by a desire so uniquely physical and erotic. I pinched the back of my neck trying to cause some pain to escape the sensation, but it seemed impossible. Until I gave up and finally sat on the bed in disbelief and stared into space, accepting definitively that it was desire, that was attraction, that I liked that feeling even though I shouldn't have. I kept the restlessness in me under lock and key and sat down at the table again, going back