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He unzipped her top, and pushed the material aside from her shoulder, kissing it as he gently bite it, making her hiss. "Ammar!" When she couldn't handle his teasing, she moaned. He picked her in his arms and laid her down on the bed. Hovering over her, he connected their lips while his hand turned off the light. The clothes still stood like a barrier between two lovers, which he quickly got rid of as he made love to her. The moon seemed to shy away hiding behind the clouds. Subh-Dil laid her head on his bare chest she could feel the hum on his heartbeat.

The man cut off the call, and suddenly the mistress burst out laughing that she almost stumbled on her stomach. "Two lovers gone! Awn!!" She giggled. She then sighed. "let's see how you can really get arrogant Angelo." *Flashback* The brothel was booming with music with different seductresses, men, prostitutes filled inside it. The surrounding was hue in colour with and a girl was seen in the middle flaunting all her assets. She was been praised by the men present, she was even every men dreams. Just for one night stand, they wanted from her.

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We continued talking for almost another hour. Mostly about Stephen. Or more specifically, how much Amelia hated him now. “I swear if I ever see that idiot—” “You’ll kill him?” I finished with a laugh. “Exactly.” I smiled softly. God, I loved her. Then suddenly Amelia gasped loudly. “Oh my God.” “What?” “You need rebound sex.” I nearly choked. “Amelia!” “I’m serious,” she continued excitedly. “You need some insanely handsome guy to fuck Stephen completely out of your system.”

The perfect lover. Her lover stroked her forehead, smoothing back the curls. ‘I am for you, my darling,’ he said softly. An ache built within Josie. Her sex seemed actually to throb with lustful heat. Oh God, she needed desperately for him to bury himself in her liquid warmth. Her eyes met his. He seemed to know what she wanted. In a moment he had turned her around, bent her forwards over the broad stool. The drawers gaped open around her bottom. She smelled the sweet pungent musk of her own arousal. Then she was sinking back onto him, guiding the head of his cock into the tight purse of her sex. His flesh filled her, the stout head forging into her molten core.

When I was done, I headed for my office, shutting the door behind me. Walking to my desk, my hands shook as I pulled the bottom drawer open. In it, several worn paperbacks of my secret stash were laid out. With titles like- CLAIMED BY THE PACK, BRED BY THE BEAST AND TAKEN WITHOUT MERCY. I grabbed Taken Without Mercy, the cover showcasing a naked curvy woman with a fucked out pussy, big tits and two guys by her side with huge mighty cocks. I slid onto my chair, the urge to resist failing me. It's being months and I told myself I'd stop, but the ache in me needed to be satisfied.

Definitely not trying to seduce just the steam sticking to the mirror, the accidental press of bodies in the tight space, the forbidden pull of best friend's brother coming into my house. His eyes went down to my lips, which were open in a gasp, and then down to the very quick breathing of my chest, the nipples of my breasts through the fabric being stretched. "Lila..." His voice roughened, free hand twitching at his side, fighting the pull. Mine mirrored, rising to his chest to push? Or steady? The touch lingered, feeling his heart thunder under my palm. The seduction bloomed unintentional: humidity making my skin glow, his drunk haze blurring lines, our the steam.

she whispered, her voice barely audible. Liam looked at the photograph, then at the shelves full of Eleanor's books. He thought of his own story, a love that had ended too soon. “Maybe ,” he said, his voice raw with emotion. “Some stories just end. But maybe… maybe we find other stories to live in.” Isabella’s breath hitched. She tightened her grip on his hand. “I think I’m falling in love with you,” she confessed. The words struck Liam like a physical blow. He froze, a whirlwind of emotions swirling inside him, shock, fear, and an undeniable flicker of desire. He pulled his hand away, his body recoiling instinctively.

“Yes we had a thing but it wasn’t serious, not like this. We only slept once or twice but she didn’t want to get over it, I never said anything about love to Cassie and she knows it. She’s definitely jealous and just wants to ruin us. I love you B, and I don’t even care anymore if the whole company finds out about us, I’ll leave if they ask…I’d do anything for y- Bianca crashed her lips into his, cutting him short. “I love you too” she said smiling innocently. They both made their way to the bed and started kissing vigorously, clothes tossed across the room, messy hair, damp skin and messy sheets. They both laid in each other’s arms knowing, whatever came next, they’d face it together.

She tossed the phone onto the bed, her chest tightening. “Fuck. I hate you, Julian,” she groaned. Julian had been her first love, her first kiss, her first everything—except sex. They had fought about it repeatedly, always patching things up somehow. This time, he had ended it for good. And Jess, the same friend who constantly urged her to wait until marriage, had betrayed her in the worst way.