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I pleaded as my hands caressed down her hair romantically. “You weren't expecting me?” she asked, frowning a little bit. I knew prolonging the conversation would result in another disagreement. Before she could continue her nagging, I leaned close to her, my lips sucking in the words from her mouth. “I love you,” I whispered, my eyes piercing into hers. I could see the smile tugging by the side of her lips. The knocking on the door disrupted our romantic atmosphere. “Who is it?” I asked, with a hint of frustration in my voice.

she chirped, clicking play. As the story unfolded, with its sweeping landscapes and tense romantic dialogue, she felt herself being drawn in. Then came the first intimate scene. It was artfully shot, but raw and passionate. A slow, warm flush began to spread through her body, a familiar ache of arousal coiling deep in her belly.

I lived for the idea of them. The thought of being pinned beneath an immortal body, feeling those icy fingers slide over my heated skin, the sudden sharp sting of fangs sinking deep into my neck, followed by that forbidden rush of pleasure so intense it bordered on agony… it haunted my dreams and ruined every ordinary man who ever tried to touch me. My friends had long since given up. Every time I brought up another dark romance, another obscure vampire lore theory, another fantasy where the heroine begged to be drained while she came undone, they would groan and roll their eyes.

"In that way, you can be able to cuddle me as you want." "You know I am not the romantic type. I am a killer who kills for a living and for years, I have shut my heart from any feelings. I'm a cold-hearted killer, and you know it. I can't promise you Daisy, but I will try to be romantic. However, one thing for sure, is that I love you, you are making my cold heart beat again."

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Taking a sip, he nearly reeled at the salty-sweet taste and lapped hungrily at the wound, making sure not to suck the life out of the redhead. Ah, he was nearing the edge and so was Laty, he could tell. Biting his tongue, Kil spat out his blood at the cut and watched as it closed itself, and then turned to share the lingering taste of their joining with Laty in a long kiss. Howling, Lary broke from the kiss, and just as he was about to orgasm, he marked his mate. **** The two lovers lay in the aftermath of their lovemaking as they tried to catch their breath.

Everyone in the restaurant was very friendly and greeted them as if they had known each other for a long time, between the kindness of the employees and the romantic atmosphere of the restaurant Karina felt very comfortable: -Kari can you do me the honor of being my girlfriend. She looked at him and with a big smile she answered: -Yes, yes Antonio. He came closer and gave her the long awaited kiss, it was a delicate kiss, but with passion, which Karina liked the most. Antonio wanted to take everything calmly and that pleased Karina very much, so the big night went by, then Antonio went to leave Karina at her house and when he said goodbye Antonio took her in his arms and gave her a long kiss

He made me ride him on one of the dining chairs, my tits bouncing in his face while I tried desperately not to moan too loudly. By the time we finally slowed down, I was a wrecked, cum-soaked mess. My robe was gone. My body was covered in his marks. My pussy was swollen and constantly leaking his multiple loads onto the expensive floor. Luca pulled me into his arms, kissing me deeply. “This is just the beginning,” he whispered. “Every night your husband goes to bed early, I’m going to be right here, fucking you in his kitchen, on his table, in his house.”

“I love you too. The dangerous, complicated, mine kind. I don’t want normal. I want this. Us.” Funny how it all started with rules and yearning. Now it ended—perfected—in sweat, cum, and unbreakable connection. Raphael’s world was still dangerous. Enemies still lurked. But in his arms, filled with him and claimed so thoroughly, I’d never felt safer or more alive. Whatever came next—family fallout, threats from his past, the world judging us—we’d face it together. My dangerous uncle. My lover.