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She had looked at him curiously, wondering what he meant. The lycan king had then extended his hand and placed it on her chest, right over her heart. She had felt a warmth spreading through her body as if the king's touch was igniting a fire within her. She had moaned in pleasure, unaware of what was happening. She had never felt anything like what she felt before, it felt as if a wave of magic was washing over her. She had thought it was just the intensity of the moment. Alexander seemed to guess what was going through her mind and smiled mischievously.

her voice came out not above a whisper, inaudible to everyone. Felix came down the stairs and stood in front of Ziven as a scoff leaves Ziven's lips. He looked at Ziven with so much hatred and he wished he could get rid of that filthy smirk on Zivens face somehow, "Welcome, Welcome. Felix, seems like you are here to get my FIANCE or maybe to end up in pool of blood just like your parents. The Legers!" Ziven said emphasizing on the work fiancé. Felix got shocked on hearing about their relation but the shock soon turned into anger and hatred when he heard about his parents.

"And, Alexander, I can see you're blind. Blinded by your obsession to make this farce of a marriage work. Open your eyes before it’s too late.” Those words hit me more than I cared to admit, but I tightened my fists and stood strong, unwilling to let him see my vulnerability. At last, Elvis exhaled sharply, his eyes darting between us both. "You two are dismissed. Go home and think about what you really want from this marriage. Because there will be consequences if either of you embarrass me once again". Alexander and I stood there in startled silence as he turned on his heel and strode away. The weight of his blunt words hovered between us as we walked back to the car.

The heat of him, the weight in my hand, sent a thrill through me, chasing away the chaos of the night—Tasha’s venom, my father’s betrayal, Ryan’s pathetic chase. Without hesitation, I steadied his shaft, my lips brushing the tip before I took him in. I swirled my tongue around the head, teasing the sensitive ridge, tasting the salt of him. Stanley groaned, his head tipping back, the sound low and raw in his throat. It spurred me on, and I sucked deeper, taking him inch by inch, my lips stretching around him. I never thought I could go so far, but I pushed myself, sliding down until my nose brushed his skin, his balls against my chin. My throat tightened, and I pulled back, gasping for air, m

A thick, unusual steam rose from the pot, shifting colors between blue, green, and black. The temperature in the room seemed to drop suddenly, though the pot still boiled furiously. Baba stretched his hands over it, his fingers trembling slightly as he began another chant, louder and fiercer than before. The walls of the shrine seemed to pulse with each word, resonating with the dark energy filling the space. Ogadima, submerged in both body and spirit, could feel his awareness split. The physical discomfort of the boiling water mixed with the icy stillness of the spiritual realm.

He asked, gently sliding the linen on my skin and I shuddered in pleasure. “I do.” “Give me a safe word.” He said, covering my sight with the black linen until all I could see was black mixed with red from the lights. “Vanilla,” I responded as his fingers caressed my neck and then made their way to my lips. Without hesitation, I took his index finger into my mouth, then his middle finger, and sucked on them as if my life depended on them. “Fuck.” Davin whispered in satisfaction. “Why vanilla?” “That's my favorite scent,” I replied after he took his fingers out of my mouth and he hummed slightly in understanding.

I'm still eating French fries in front of the television and leaning against the soft sofa when Blaze arrived,gw smiled with bright-faced and shows me a white plastic bag. I raised my eyebrows, looked at him in surprise. “I bought a variety of flavors and variants. I bought a dozen each." The answer is innocent. "You are crazy?" I widened my eyes. "You want to sell it back?" “You don't know what I can do overnight… Laila. All of the contents of this package… will probably only last for less than a week." “Mental! Maniac!" "This ... what I call ... love!" He answer smiled broadly. "I was given a recommendation to try the ribbed ..." he whispers to me.