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Suddenly, she convulsed, a hot, frantic squirt hitting his face as she reached a massive climax. She didn't let him recover. She spun around and lowered herself onto him, guided his thick, rigid cock into her. She took him in one slow, soul-crushing movement that made Roman's vision go white. He felt himself slide into her, the tight, wet heat of her walls enveloping him completely. She began to ride him then, her movements fast and shallow. The sound of their bodies meeting was a wet, heavy thud that seemed to vibrate through the bookshelves. Roman's hands found her waist, his fingers bruising her skin as he anchored her to him.

I chant his name over and over, completely lost in the stormy sea of sensation. ​The overwhelming pleasure pushes me straight to the edge. I sink my nails deep into the muscles of his bare back, hard enough to leave bloody scars, but he doesn't even flinch. The air in the once-chilly study grows thick and scorching hot, heavy with the sound of our breathless skin slapping together and our ragged gasps. ​"Blake... I'm going to come!" I cry out. ​"Hold it, Diana," he commands softly. He leans down and bites my collarbone, his teeth grazing my skin while his lower body continues to relentlessly drive me over the brink.

Everything vanished from their minds, leaving only the passionate desire to savor their limited time. Sweat splattered. Beads of sweat cascaded down Lucas's face. One drop. Two drops. They fell one by one, landing on Velia's buttocks. Lucas blinked. The sensual sight momentarily increased his excitement. His thrusts became faster, and Velia's moans echoed once again. “Oh, Luc.” Lucas's eyes glazed over. Velia's sensual voice fueled his enthusiasm even more. Keep moving. Without pause. No gaps were created. Their lovemaking produced sounds that filled the room. Velia's moans. Lucas's groans. Along with the erotic sound of their masculinity and femininity meeting and colliding. It all created

“But I keep coming back for more. The rumors about us are starting though. One of your guys gave me a weird look earlier.” He pulled me onto his lap on the couch. “Let them talk. I’ll handle it. You’re my muse, and no one takes you from me.” His hand slipped between my legs again, fingers playing with my sensitive pussy as we talked. “Does it scare you? Being this tied to me?” “A little,” I admitted, grinding against his fingers even as guilt twisted in my gut. My breakthrough felt dirty now, as if I earned it on my back and his commands. But the obsession felt too good to stop. “I just want the music to be real too.”

I was pretty good at it and at the urging of my then girlfriend Julie, had submitted a few to a story site named Erotic escapes where under the pen name hotforteacher I'd gotten some pretty good reviews. Most of my stories were about older women with guys my age and Miss Ross had been the inspiration for many of them. Most of my female leads had the same long dark hair, big brown eyes and perfect full lips as my favorite English teacher. Yes Miss Ross had been the nasty little cougar in my mind and in print many times over the last few months. Shit, I'd even joined her writing discussion group because it met every other Sunday at her house.

The young woman sitting by me stopped her game and watched me rant in astonishment. When I ran out of angry words, she clapped her hands in succession, and it echoed in the silence. "Well said, Princess, but I think someone lied to you, just like they lied to some of them over there," she said, pointing to a point in the room's corner. "Over there in the blue dress is Princess Kit of the Blue Brook Pack. She was given away as an alliance gift to the Lycan King and found herself as a slave here the very next day. Following her is Princess Yvette from the distant pack region of the werecats. She was told that she was to be matched with the Lycan Prince. She has not gotten over the deceit that

he said. "Just shut up Ryan!" "My only regret is I didn't get to kiss those rosy lips like I planned" he said. "I said shut up!" I yelled. "Have you ever touched her skin, it feels so soft and delicate and....." "Ryan!" I yelled as I dropped my towels and punched him and he fell on the bed. "Come on, don't tell me you haven't noticed how sexy our little Jasmine is" he said amidst laughter and I punched him again.

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maybe I’d underestimated it. The sun had dipped below the horizon, leaving the sky inky black, but I hardly noticed. Alessandro was somewhere nearby, probably keeping himself busy, but I was too wrapped up in the pages of this romance novel to care. This one was about some girl—Callie, who’d gotten herself mixed up with this guy, Damian, all brooding and mysterious, the type with a past that could crush him if he let it. But he was in love with her, of course. Only he didn’t say it. Not outright. No, Damian was the kind of guy who spoke in actions, not words.

I needed more. Lifting myself half off him, I slammed back down. Lost totally in the feel of him, my hands slapped onto the window behind his head to gain leverage. It was a magical night; the lights illuminating the snow that fell right outside our window were so pretty, but I didn't see any of it. My eyes were blind to anything but him. Dion Granger. Lead singer of Dionysus Rising and the best damn lover in the world. The man who was fucking me straight into another orgasm.