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The bright lights shone down on them, highlighting every detail of his mouth working between her legs. He licked back up to her clit and sucked it between his lips. His tongue flicked fast and firm. Lyric’s legs started shaking around his head. She rocked her hips, grinding her pussy against his face. Fresh wetness coated his lips and chin. The stage felt cool under her ass, but the heat from Atlas’s mouth made her burn.

She hastily asked him. “Yeah, what you're saying does make absolute sense but there's something you need to understand. It's not just the color of your eyes, but your aura and scent. Everything about you seems different. Although it's faint, you have the scent of a shapeshifter, it's almost like your scent is masked. All shapeshifters have a general scent, some stronger than others. A werewolf’s scent is weaker than a Lycan’s scent. You might not understand all that I'm saying now, but you'll get there later. About your eyes, not just anybody could have such color of eyes. Only one type of creature called Dragonas has Orchid purple eyes. And I believe you're a descendant of these creatures.”

I look at Astrielle. "I don't know but it looks like Isla de Majika is there," Astrielle responded. "Is it a part of Casa Negro?" I asked again. Astrielle nodded. I swallowed. Who is that vampire? Why is he smirking at me like he saw me. Carline suddenly frowned. "The smell of vanilla is here again... It's not a rogue though." I inhaled the air and I smelled the smell of vanilla. Carline is right. I don't care about it. Might be a signature smell of girls nowadays.

Her body stiffened, and her eyes widened with shock. “Julie, what’s wrong?” Richard, the male nurse accompanying her, asked with concern. Julie didn’t respond. She ran closer, dropping to her knees beside Elizah’s body. With trembling hands, she removed the cloth covering the girl’s face. In an instant, Julie recoiled, her body trembling violently. “Elizah ....” she whispered in disbelief. “This can’t be.” When Julie tried to embrace her, Elizah screamed in terror. “Aaaah! Monster! Bastard!” she cried, shoving Julie away. Her body twisted wildly, her arms protecting herself as if fighting off a shadow only she could see.

"Damian," Sierra whispered, her voice trembling with a mix of desire and nervousness. "Please... just take me." Damian's breath hitched, his gaze locking onto hers as if he could see every secret she had ever kept hidden. Her lips were swollen from their kisses, her cheeks flushed a deep rose, and her eyes glistened with unshed tears that spoke of both fear and longing. He reached out, his fingers brushing against her cheek, gentle yet firm, as if testing the reality of her presence.

He made the cutest, pouting chibi face and brought my knuckles to his lips, giving me puppy eyes. He was right. “You know what,” I swallowed, flustered by his lips but trying to keep my voice steady as I watched them peck my skin. “None of that matters.” I placed the half-empty glass on the table. “We’re here for one thing. To burn the Howlers.” Lykoan chuckled and stroked my hand lovingly, before cheering, “Hear, hear. Tonight, you’re not allowed to stress. The night is rated R."

human. I can’t help it, though. There’s something magnetic about him. The way he sits there, exuding confidence without even trying. His posture is perfect, his gaze unfocused, as though he’s detached from the world around him. His lips are thin, but his jaw is strong, giving him an air of authority. Yet, beneath all that perfection, I can see a flicker of something—something that doesn’t quite match the polished persona. A loneliness, maybe. It’s hard to explain. But it’s there, in the way he holds himself, in the way he moves.

My eyes travelled down to her marvellous plump lips, that are begging me to have a taste with which each taste changes every bit of my mentality. The taste of her lips is unique that I can't get it from any woman, and most of all - it intoxicate me to devour her lips more until it turns pink. She remain still with her body leaning on me, her glassy ocean blue eyes continue staring at mine. Calling her beautiful is an understatement as words can't express how pretty the Moon Gooddess created her, she could be mistaken for an expensive ornament. Maybe it is the effect of her lips that I have once tasted that is working right now.

Rocco kept one hand gripping my ass, while his other hand stroked my hair, pulling me into a slow, intoxicating kiss that made my head spin. While our lips moved together, he slowly pushed forward. A sharp gasp escaped my lips as my body stretched to accommodate his massive width. Rocco deepened the kiss, swallowing my groans as he forced his way deeper into my tight heat. I winced at the dull ache, my muscles clenching on instinct. Rocco bit my lower lip hard just as he drove his hips forward, burying himself all the way to the base. The sudden sting on my lip distracted me from the sharp stretch below, and the sharp pain eased into a deep, intense fullness.

Larkin breathes before licking his lips. I blinked a few times before watching her raise her head, exposing her olive-skinned neck. I leaned down and lay soft kisses on her throat and trailing towards her spot. She bit her lip viscously and wiggled under me. I latched my lips on her, sucking lightly. She moaned softly. I prepared her neck for my fangs. When she felt like jelly I went up to peck her lips once before sinking my teeth into her skin.