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Mano inquired distracted. "Hmm...I had stopped keeping a count but since the last time, maybe 30—?" I returned after considering for a moment. "—and it's only been 2 months since housejob ended." She remarked dramatically. "It's not my fault—! I don't know, I don't—I guess I don't feel anything—hmm, I mean—I'll stop when I find someone better than him." I managed to say finally. "Why do you even like him in the first place? There is nothing special about him—" I could hear the annoyance in Mano's voice, through the phone.

Then, she said, “You know what this sounds like, right?” Amelia narrowed her eyes. “Don’t say it.” Maya grinned. “Enemies to lovers.” Amelia groaned. “Maya, I swear—” “Just saying,” Maya sang. “It’s a classic trope.” “Not our trope,” Amelia shot back. Maya giggled. “We’ll see.” Amelia rolled her eyes. “Anyway,” she said, “enough about him. I have other news.” “Ooh,” Maya said. “Spill.”

“Now what are we to do with her?” “Anything, my dear Clara.” replied Narissa. “Anything at all. We can bring different men to fuck her everyday until her pussy shies away from cocks.” “Good idea.” “I know, right, Loretta?” “Or we could turn your into our very own Onlyfans star. Make money from videos and pictures we sell of you.” “N-no, please.” “What do you say, Renee?” Narissa asked the woman who had been sitting on the bed the whole while. “What makes her so special that our husbands want to die because of her?”

I gently graze his lips with mine, wetting them with my gentle kiss. He places his hands upon the small of my back and pulls me in closer, kissing me back with a soft and warm passion. His lips and tongue dance with mine—sending spasms of lust spiralling through my core. This first kiss feels so amazing—sensual, passionate, and delicately sexy. The expensive scent of his cologne only further spikes my desire for him. He smells so manly and clean.

he said firmly, wrapping an arm around my waist and pulling me back against his chest. “Your Majesty—” “Do you think so little of yourself?” His voice was quiet but hard. “Do you think I wasn’t serious? That I only used you?” His arm tightened slightly. “You are the only woman I see myself spending my life with.” He turned my face toward his. “I meant every word. I intend to make you my wife.” He pressed a soft kiss between my brows. “Your Majesty, it’s not that,” I said, still trying to create some distance even as his hold remained steady. “I’m human. You’re a werewolf. This can’t work because of the laws between our kinds.”

he whispered. Meera snuggled closer, completely spent but deeply satisfied. In Alexander’s arms, she felt safe, loved, and utterly claimed. Their story had begun as forbidden desire between a powerful man and his young maid. Now, it was becoming something much deeper — a love that refused to be denied.

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he said he and accelerated the exit into me. "Ohhh" "Ugh ugh" "fuck you delicious ugh" "ohh shif faster" "tight tight you ugh" "Ohhh" "Ahh Ahh Ahh" "ugh" "fuck your tight" You hear nothing in the room but a whole growl and a moan. A moment later we were both reached our orgasm. "I love you" I said "I love you too and the starry night witness how much I love you" he said. end :) A/N: Don't forget to rate this story! Merry Christmas!

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he asked. She thought for a second. “Ones that have happy endings.” “A romantic?” he asked. She never considered herself one. “I like noir—but the stories where the boy gets the girl in the end. Or vice versa.” “Top shelf,” he told her, indicating the back room. She went there and waited. What if he followed? What would that mean? She’d been out of the dating loop since she’d landed her current job, the one that had sucked up all her time, her mind, her soul, her life. Her fingers trailed over the broken spines of misused paperbacks, and she hoped he would follow her. But what would she say? What would she do?