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“Because I am still in love with you Emily. You must be so blind to not have guessed that.” I needed to tell her something. Love was far from what I felt for her. But a part of me knows that I can have her just at the tip of my fingers. It was very easy to control Emily. All these other ladies out there want a part of my money. But Emily, all she craves for is the love and affection from any man who could give that to her, and I can give that to her. I guess. ‘This is not love. And I know that I do not want this anymore.”

Despite all his efforts to seek satisfaction elsewhere, it was her—only her—that drove him mad with desire. Rayn’s fingers trailed down her arm as he hovered above her, their faces inches apart. His eyes bore into hers, searching for any sign of defiance or submission "You make me insane," he whispered, his voice almost broken as he lowered his lips to her neck, trailing kisses with a feverish intensity. His hands pressed against her waist, as though he were trying to claim her again, forcefully, yet there was something vulnerable in his touch. "I hate that you have this power over me."

I pressed. This time she swept her eyes over my entire frame, starting and ending at my eyes. The blood beneath her creamy skin heating and flushing and her eyes hooded with desire. She squimed under me, trying to press her thighs together. The smell of her arousal a drug that had me nearly out of my senses with lust. I stood up on my knees so that she could get a better look, still holding her hand against my abs. She whimpered and wiggled, her arousal floated like insense over me. I loved the darkening of her eyes. Fucking sexy. I lowered myself between her legs and gently rolled my hips against the heated core of her unusually mild tempered body, causing her to cry out and then clamp her

he whispered and I opened my eyes looking at him, his eyes were filled with love and desire, that had my heart swelling. "I love you," he whispered kissing my forehead and I tightened around him as he continued his slow pace, making love to me until I broke apart moaning his name. . . . . . . . . . . . . Thanks for reading ❤️‼️ I hope you enjoyed the chapter ❤️‼️ I appreciate every read, comment and vote ❤️❤️‼️

Flames of desire He cupped her breast with his hands as he aggressively devoured her nipples with his mouth, one after another. "Oh fuck," she moaned and slid her hands down his chest to the taut line of his abdomen, and made every muscle that made him manly ache for her even more, he rolled his tongue in circular motion around her nipples and sent more shivers down her spine.

Grabbing fists full of his hair, my knees squeeze against him, encouraging him to give me what I want…what I am consumed with lust for. “Kit! Where are you? Kit!” “Fuck!” It’s as if someone douses me with a bucket of ice water to wake me out of my very realistic sex dream and I shove against Tate so that he releases me, nearly collapsing when my feet hit the ground, still a bit wobbly. “Woa, you okay?” “Yeah, I’m fine. Get off.” Swiping hair from my face, I shove his steadying hands away and move forward, feeling angry with myself for caving to my desire for Tate…again.

I grin, “Aw, did you miss me?” “Maybe,” he leans forward, and my smile slips away at the intense look in his eyes. Jesse’s hand curls around my neck and I can feel his fingers pressing into my skin as he pulls me forward. I can’t help but be led by him, my heart pounding viciously, a steady thrumming between my ears. But as soon as his lips press against mine, all of it vanishes, only to be replaced by a slow burning heat that makes my toes curl.

I smiled into his chest. Relief flooding through me. “Thank you…” “There are better ways to thank someone,” he added softly. And I knew exactly what he meant. I tilted my head. My lips brushed against his neck again. This time— Slower. Lingering. I felt the shift in him instantly. The tension. The stillness. And for a moment— Neither of us moved. Because beneath everything— Beneath control. Beneath restraint. The desire was still there. Waiting. Growing. And neither of us had truly escaped it. **

Savannah had always said kissing, sex, desire, it was sweet, addictive even. Now, as his touch set every nerve ending ablaze, I was finally beginning to understand exactly what she meant. My pussy ached now, slickness gathering as his hands settled in my hips and thumbs stroking the exposed skin there. The sensations were nothing like the ones I’d imagined during quiet, lonely nights or the trembling touches I’d used to soothe the ache on my own. Now, the hands exploring me belonged to the one person my heart had chosen long before I even understood what love truly was. The boy who had filled my thoughts, my dreams, my secret fantasies.

Christian rasped as he stood in front of her, trapping her between him and the door. "Then why are you humiliating me? Do you relish hearing me beg for sex?" Isabelle's chest hurt. "Are you disgusted by me?" She lowered her eyes to the ground, biting the inside of her cheek. Christian shook his head, taking her hands in his. "My love for you hasn't changed a bit; in fact, it has even increased, if that's possible."