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Goosebumps erupted across my skin as the cool air hit me. "Lyra.." he whispered against my face, his breath warm and heavy with alcohol. He pressed his lips to my neck again, and my back arched off the bed involuntarily. My head pressed back into the mattress as sensations I'd never felt before coursed through me. He trailed kisses up to my face before his lips found mine. The kiss was soft at first, then deeper, making my stomach flip and twist with nervous excitement. I could feel him struggling with his pants, and my breathing became rapid and shallow. I couldn't tell if I was panicking or just incredibly excited.

Oh, what wouldn’t she give to have him bury his face right there until she came hard! Without thinking twice, she turned and bolted up the stairs, straight to her room. All she could think about was how to get an orgasm to steer her thoughts away from wicked things. Despite her high sex drive, she wasn’t ever lucky enough to meet someone who would satisfy her the way she wanted. She could only rely on her toys. With shaky hands, she retrieved the rose toy from her purse, sniffing it as she took off her panties. Surprisingly, Elio’s scent was still on it. How could that happen when he barely touched it for a minute?

“I trust you, Vance.” “Good girl,” he praises, making me blush, and then I feel a slight pressure pressing against my heat. I almost close my eyes until he says. “Keep looking at me, baby.” His voice is reassuring and soothing, making me fall for it as I keep my eyes only on him and just him, and slowly, his length intrudes on my walls. With each inch, I can only feel the thickness that craves my heat and suddenly, I can't breathe as I gasp out loud for air.

It was the roughest, most passionate kiss of her life. With her heart gripped in pain, she slipped weak arms around his neck as her body eagerly responded to him. All the years they’d been apart were spoken through rough, gasping kisses. They grunted and moaned as he ground against her jeans desperately. He set her down with a thud and hurriedly ripped her t-shirt. He groped her breasts and pulled them out of her favorite bra, then broke it, too, tearing it in half, all the while panting against her open lips. He lunged down to take one pink, tight crest in his mouth, biting it before he moved to the next for a moist hot lapping. She couldn’t breathe. The longing between her thighs was so in

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She stepped aside; her eyes held pity for me. I gave her a nod and stepped out of her room. Later that evening, I returned to the library with purpose. I hurriedly scanned the shelves for any book with botanical knowledge, and luckily, I found one. It had a faded green cover titled 'Botanica Obscura: The paralytics'. I pulled it out, my trembling wet fingers swiped through the pages until I stopped on a drawing of a delicate flower with jagged petals and veined leaves: Atropa belladonna.

“What do you mean?” Evelyn demanded, her dark eyes filled with unease. “Go where?” Adam leaned back against the seat, clearly satisfied with the apprehension flickering across her face. Instead of answering, he pulled out his tablet and started scrolling through the latest online headlines. [Does Adam Dean Have a Secret Lover?!] [Who Is the Mysterious ‘Veiled’ Woman with the Heir?] [The Hidden Woman in Adam Dean’s Life: Who Is She?] The articles spread across the screen, speculation running wild.

She glanced back down at the leather-bound book resting on the floorboards beside her. The empty pages seemed to stare up at her, daring her to turn them. With a trembling hand, she picked it up again, the leather warm against her palm. She knew she should get up, should finish unpacking, should do something practical, anything to distract herself from the throbbing between her legs. But she couldn't. She was hooked. The anonymous writer had become a guide, a seductress whispering secrets into her ear, and Pinky was a willing student, desperate to learn every lesson.

But this is not the end yet! Ahead of you lies a brand-new book about Nazar! Because there’s no way I can leave this hopeless womanizer without being struck by Cupid’s arrows. His story will be called "Deep Trouble With You". See you.