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He soon cummed. Meanwhile what started as normal sex soon took a wild turn in the hotel 's bedroom. Nikhil couldn't control himself. He became wild and started slapping Sunna hard on her butt that even left marks of his hands on her ass. He pulled her hair tightly while sex and kept on pounding her so hard that she fainted from exhaustion. He also had marks on her fingers all over his back and shoulders . He finished inside her despite knowing the fact he wasn't wearing a condom and she could get pregnant but the thought of sowing his seed inside such a beautiful woman was extremely exciting for him.

He rubbed firm, exact circles through the fabric while his mouth returned to mine, kissing me like he was trying to memorize the shape of it. I rocked against his hand. The friction was perfect and not enough. My fingers dug into his shoulders. Roman pushed the cotton aside and touched me properly. The stretch pulled a sharp, helpless moan from me that was far too loud for a storage closet with the rest of the wedding party somewhere nearby.

Paige questioned, "Why aren’t you saying anything? Is it because the woman who admired you is now with someone else, and you're feeling uneasy? Isn't that how it's portrayed in TV dramas? When a woman pursues you relentlessly, you find it annoying. When she finally turns to someone else, you feel uncomfortable. "In reality, you've long grown accustomed to her pursuit, unwittingly falling in love with her. It's just that you never realize your feelings until she's gone. This is a classic case of not appreciating what you have until it's lost." "This is why it’s best you avoid those cheesy romance dramas," Chris casually remarked. "They lack substance and only lead to overthinking. Whatnots wi

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I licked my lips which was coated witg a matte lipstick. “Six months…” I whispered. “And after that, the debt is completely gone? No matter what?” His dark eyes gleamed with satisfaction. “Every single cent,” he confirmed. “But during those six months, you’re mine, Scarlett. Completely. You sleep when I allow it. You eat when I allow it. You cum when I allow it.” A fresh wave of heat flooded between my thighs at his words. I hated my body for reacting so strongly, but I couldn’t stop it. Oh fuck!!!

Inviting and urging him to ruin me, right there on the couch. “Tell me to stop,” he whispered. I didn’t. His mouth found mine—rougher than Cane’s ever was, tasting of scotch and pent-up everything. His hands roamed freely under my shirt, his calloused palms on my skin. I arched into him, “Hmm, yess.” I moaned straight into his ears as his fingers slipped beneath my shorts, finding me already wet. We didn’t make it to a bedroom. Right there on the couch, with Cane asleep two floors up, Zac pushed my shorts down, freed himself, and sank into me, slow—inch by thick inch—eyes locked on mine the whole time.

she explained, her face lighting up. She launched into a quick summary — something about a guy secretly in love with a girl who doesn’t know it yet, complicated family drama, forbidden glances, and all that romantic tension. She was animated as she talked, gesturing with her hands, and I found myself actually interested. The story sounded engaging enough that I nodded along. We settled in to watch. A few minutes later, Rose casually laid her head on my lap, getting comfortable like it was the most natural thing in the world.

His gaze held a mixture of gratitude and something deeper, a sentiment he seldom revealed. As she continued to dress his wounds, the room seemed to shrink, narrowing down to the unspoken connection between them. Raina, in your writing, delves into the complexities of their romance. The physical act of dressing wounds serves as a metaphor for the healing they find in each other amid the chaos of their lives. Let the readers feel the emotional nuances, the uncharted territory of love in the shadows.

By sunset, that ache had turned into a throbbing, dripping need. No boyfriend. No rules. Just seven days to be a greedy, horny slut. I grabbed the resort tablet and opened the Concierge app. Private Companions. I selected exactly what I wanted: Male. Very tall. Extremely muscular. Hung like a fucking horse. Expert tongue and stamina. No limits. One night. I hit submit, already soaked. Thirty minutes later, a firm knock sounded at the door. I opened it and felt my pussy clench at the sight of him.

“Luna Agnes.” Suddenly I heard a loud bang. I turned, and everyone had fallen to their knees, heads lowered. I saw Maya at the front, getting all giddy. She couldn't keep her head down and she kept smiling. I smiled. Guess this is fate. I turned back to Nicholas, “I love you …truly,” I whispered, and he grabbed my waist, pulled me closer to his chest. His dark eyes locked onto mine. “I love you more, Amber.” His lips claimed mine in a kiss and I heard the cheers of everyone around us. I just realised something.