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I laugh nervously. “Remi, what didn’t you tell us?” My grandma spoke up. Sirena held her hand up, looking at me and then at my family. “Give us a moment please,” she nods to them, and they walk out into the backyard to grandma’s garden. “He’s made himself known inside your head, hasn’t he?” Her eyes wide open. “My dreams,” I whisper. “I see, he is stronger than most vampires. Is it okay if I look?” She asks.

The more his finger dunked deeper, the more muscles clenched around tightening even more, he wanted to stretch her out, to feel the depth of the sheaths on his hands. Was she a siren ? Only sirens possesed the abilities to retain their core even when they have been sexed, no matter how many times a siren had sex, they will still brim tightly each time a cock penetrates in, fistening like a virgin, the only difference was that, there would be no blood droplets. He increased his pace with his thrusts which had become more ruthless, wicked and rough and strangely, Neah loved it, not the slightest bit of opposition smeared from her, instead, she held his hands tightly in between her legs, not wa

I scanned the booklet, trying to understand the different seductive characters, but the random photos of men and women only confused me even more. "I'm not that familiar with those terms. Can you explain them to me? And who are these people in the photos?" I asked, closing the booklet and looking back at James. "Sure, let me break it down for you," he said, leaning forward. "The Siren is basically the femme fatale who can lure anyone through her image and craftiness. If you are a Siren, you are highly sexual and you know it. Your confidence should radiate erotic energy wherever you go. The Siren is the ultimate male sexual fantasy. You'll be a tease, and they should please," he explained.

The door to the room I was, flew open, revealing the demon himself, dressed in his all black glory, he was holding a gun, he looked over at me and smirked, dropping the gun on his table, he walked over to his dresser, taking off his rolled up sleeve suit. "You know this is low right, even for you." I said. "I'll take the risk." His very sweet voice echoed around the room, damn, how I've missed that voice. "Lemme guess, you want to 50 shades of gray me." I said, Sacarsm dripping from my words. He gave a full rich laugh, taking off his pants and sliding on his black joggers. "Hmm, kinda." He said. "Look Tyler, in order to avoid any nonsense in the future, just let me go." I said, although, I k

WARNING!! This chapter contains explicit content meant for readers 18 and older. Reader discretion is advised, as this chapter may be disturbing. *** “Your wish is my command, baby girl,” Sebastian purred as he slapped the dildo against Isabella’s clit again before pulling it away, tossing it onto the bed, and spitting directly onto her pussy. Her walls clenched, her slick dripping even more as the warm spit slid down her folds. He leaned in and slid his tongue deep into her pussy while pinching her nipples to make them even harder, earning a loud whimper from Isabella.

He pulled me closer, and my breath hitched. Damon didn’t move. He just watched. His stare felt sharp, cutting through me. Still, I didn’t look away. “My room is comfier, Zee,” Darius whispered, his voice low and rough. A shiver ran through me. My legs felt weak, trembling slightly, but I tried to keep them still. Inside me, my wolf whimpered, desperate for his touch, for the warmth of his hold. I clenched my fists, forcing her back, fighting to keep control. Damon’s eyes darkened even more, and I knew he saw everything, how close Darius held me, how my body responded.

in colors that rippled like oil in water, emerald, sapphire, obsidian, and stormcloud silver. Their upper halves retained a human likeness but were touched by the ocean, luminous skin that sometimes shimmered like wet moonlight, long dark hair threaded with kelp and pearls, and eyes too bright, too deep, reflecting your worst fears or darkest desires. They could shift, unlike traditional merfolk, walking on land for a time, though their true power came from the water. On land, they were tall and ethereal, their limbs long and elegant, their movements unnaturally fluid. But the longer they stayed away from the sea, the more it cost them, cracking skin, burning thirst, the call of the tide be

Aiden slept on the right but Dante growled angrily. "Emerald, get here. " Dante asked her to sleep on my right and Aiden quietly laid awake when Dante muttered angrily under his breath. "So, because it's a long night... " Aiden started but Dante stopped him. "Good night. Nobody wants to hear your weird voice at night. " Emerald laughed and I forced myself to not react to his drama. When the lamp went out and the darkness seized in, I felt his hand creeping over my breasts. He pinched my nipple and covered my mouth from making any noise. "Ssshhh... " He whispered.

The room was quiet. "In his sleep," Serena continued. "Just the once. I thought maybe it was nothing. People say things when they're asleep. I left and didn't mention it." She held Nicole's eyes. "But then two weeks later I was there again and it happened again. And it wasn't like he was calling for someone or dreaming out loud. It was quiet. Like a habit. Like a word his mouth already knew." She let that land where it needed to land. Nicole stood very still.

Sienna crawled up Lena’s body like a predator, eyes dark with lust. “We’re not stopping tonight,” she said, voice low and rough. “I want to do every filthy thing I’ve ever imagined with you.” Lena grabbed Sienna’s face and kissed her hard, tasting their mixed juices on her tongue. “Then do it. Fuck me like you’ve been dying to. I want it rough.” Sienna grinned and reached into her suitcase beside the bed. She pulled out a thick, black strap-on harness with a realistic veiny dildo attached. Lena’s eyes widened, a fresh rush of wetness flooding between her legs.