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she asked when I didn’t say anything. Nelly was on her bed, fast asleep with a story book open beside her. Her blonde curls were all over her pretty face giving her some kind of reckless look, a beautiful reckless look. She was the exact replica of her mom. There was absolutely nothing about her that failed to remind me of Trisha. The only difference could be the styling of their hair; Nelly had curls, Trisha had straightened hers out. I closed the book and gave her one last glance before leaving.

My lips were parted, my breathing ragged, my body still trembling from the intense orgasm…showing him without saying a single word just how much I had been dripping for him all this time. Harlan’s stormy gray eyes stayed fixed on me, dark and intense. His jaw tightened, and I watched his Adam’s apple bob slowly as he swallowed hard. For a moment he didn’t move, just stood there taking in the sight of me; flushed, dripping, and still on Blake’s cock. Then, without a single word he dropped a file on Blake's table, then he turned and left, closing the door quietly behind him. I stayed there, heart racing, a satisfied little smile tugging at my lips as Blake's cum continued to leak down my thigh

It's thick, sweet, burning in my lungs like alcohol, making me intoxicated by it. I turn back towards him, Ronan is twisted in the sheets, sweat soaking through his pale hair, his body trembling with fever, his chest rises so seductively, his breath coming out in small desperate gasps. I cross the room in two strides dropping beside him, bringing my fingers to his pulse point on his throat. “Damn it,” I mutter under my breath. It's a heat spike. Ronan reaches out blindly, his fingers hook into the collar of my shirt before I can pull away, he drags me down, our bodies collide, his skin burning, hot into my chest, warmth I want to bask in forever.

Unable to move forward, unable to move backwards. “This is the worst time to be stubborn. Trust me. Stay away from Leila.” He straightened and walked away. I didn’t realize I was holding my breath until he walked away. I exhaled loudly, my heart thumping rapidly inside my chest. What do I do now? My phone buzzed, distracting me briefly. When I noticed it was a text from Leila, my heart took a dive into my belly. ‘I have the drive. Meet tomorrow. Text you the location later.’ I swallowed. There goes my plans of watching The Notebook.

They kicked in the door. Inside— No guards. No gunfire. Just a single desk. A briefcase. And a document inside. Lorenzo grabbed it, scanned the top line. “Marriage clause,” he said. Isabella stepped beside him, her voice cold. “Burn it.” He handed her the lighter. She didn’t hesitate. The flames curled the paper inward, blackening the edges, devouring the words that once controlled her fate. When it was gone, she looked at him. “What now?”

Even with the flowers and air fresheners in the chapel, sometimes we could feel a waft of air heavy with the smell of burned meat. Still, I couldn’t stop thinking about the fire. It was stronger than reason. A masochistic need to torture myself. The worst physical pain Iris had ever faced was when Sara, her best friend, shut the car door and crushed her hand, breaking four of her fingers all at once. The pain was so intense that my sister peed herself in front of everyone. The urine ran down her pencil skirt while she screamed in agony. I remember how she looked at Sara—the one we’d known since childhood, the one who did Iris's homework, who spent hours at our house, who rolled out a red car

Sabrina's POV I smiled, pressing my toes together as I stared into my phone. These feelings were new but totally not unwelcome. I loved them. I loved the person who evoked them in me. I loved Kael. I gasped as the realization flooded my mind. What? So soon? I was in love with Kael Blad, a vampire. Normally I was meant to freak out but I didn't feel any ounce of panic, even knowing that I might lose my life for being with him.

FORBIDDEN FLAMES 2 ARIA’S POV The text from Serena arrives just as I flip the café sign to CLOSED, the soft click of the lock echoing in the empty space. My hands still tremble from the day, every customer interaction felt like a distraction from the memory of her mouth on mine yesterday, her fingers teasing me to the edge in the storage closet before pulling back with that wicked smile. "Not yet," she whispered. "We savor the sin." The words have haunted me all shift, making my panties soaked, my nipples hard against my bra, every brush of fabric a reminder.

She's under my skin, and I hate it. There were those accidental finger brushes, her hand grazing mine as she passed me a file, electric sparks shooting up my arm. I'd pull back like I'd been burned, but my eyes would lock on hers, holding that gaze a second too long. Hers would widen, those deep brown eyes reflecting confusion and something hotter, something unspoken. And that elevator tension ride last week? She stood too close to me, her perfume which smells of something floral and intoxicating wrapping around me. I could see the pulse fluttering in her neck, I could hear her shallow breaths. My dick had hardened instantly, pressing painfully against my slacks, and I had to clench my fists

My breasts were so swollen and sensitive that each flick of his tongue caused lightening to strike in my p***y. ‎ ‎I was so turned on that my p***y clenched in on itself and ached with the need to be touched too. He released my n*****s and I lay back on my elbows as he began nibbling my ribs and working his way down my stomach. He stopped at my belly button and he licked the water that had pooled there. I drew in my breath imagining his tongue delving deep in my p***y. His mouth moved downward and in the same swift motion as before, he loosened the straps of my swimsuit bottom and flung it to the side with the bra. He stared at my p***y for long before whispering.