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Pussy glistening with arousal. "What are you doing?" I asked, breathless. "Watch," she said. She lowered herself, and then I felt it. Her pussy against mine. Wet heat sliding against wet heat. Clit rubbing against clit. "Oh fuck," I gasped. She started moving. Grinding her pussy over mine in slow, deliberate circles. The sensation was insane. Electric. Like nothing I'd ever felt. "Touch me," she demanded, grabbing my hands and bringing them to her breasts. I'd never touched another woman's breasts before.

I could feel myself go all hot and bothered, and my body and ovaries reacting in ways I never knew they could. My whole body goes on hyper alert, my nipples harden and peaked under his hard but sexy gaze. Damn it! “Oh Lord help me, he's like one of those Greek Adonis! “His body screams perfect sin, perfect crime and perfect passion! “What the hell is wrong with me? “I could practically hear my ovaries sing". Max's P.O.V. “Well, well,well if it isn't Catlin Mercedes...”I say in an amused tone. “How do you know my name” She ask in a flustered tone. Her lips so soft and pink, with her slender hands crunched up.

“Oh yes… just like that. Please.” I didn’t care who heard or saw us. I didn’t care about anything but the dirty, sinful fire spreading through my veins as their hands and mouths claimed me in the dark. “Say my name,” Finn growled from behind, his rough fingers pinching my hardened nipple through my bra. “I want to hear you scream it—loud, Nova.”

“I just need you to understand that you can’t escape.” His touch was like fire on her skin, a spark that ignited a thousand emotions inside her. She wanted to pull away, wanted to break free, but his grip on her was unyielding. She felt trapped, her every movement restrained by the invisible force he wielded over her. His power wasn’t just physical; it was in every glance, every word, every touch.

I shouldn't yell at him. I opened my mouth to talk but a mlam escaped my lips instead when he buried his face on the nook of my neck. "Hmm."I moaned out softly. “Stop “ “ Let me go” l said Calmly. I tried my best to force back another moan that wanted to escape my lips. I don't want him but my body does. My body was reacting to every of his touch. I'm already wet. “How do l hate him but yet Crave him this much”

She heard Irene scream in excitement, "what the hell are you guys doing?" "Oh, oh," Tasha and Irene turned to face her, "This is so good, Elle!" Irene ran to her and hugged her, "This is awesome!" "what are you talking about?" She frowned. "The book, who said you can't write romance? This book is so good! I can't even explain it in words," Irene squealed. "You liked it?" Elle smiled at her. "I loved it!" "I didn't know you could write a romance novel," Tasha blinked in surprise. "Dude, it's like you've poured your heart out," Tasha couldn't believe her eyes.

"What is that?" Diane repeated the question more forcefully this time since Cathedra just stared at her dumbfounded. "Uhh. . ." Cathedra averted her eyes and extracted herself from the close proximity she had with Diane. "It's my homework." "Hmm, I never heard of homework that asks us to make our own novels, though." Cathedra blushed. There was no going around this. Diane read what she wrote and she's just asking the question in hopes that Cathedra would respond honestly.

Her voice was authoritative and husky, a wild, inviting energy that filled the space with life and the thrill of the unknown. Gabriel's protectiveness transformed into passionate surrender, a fierce, living force that filled the space with life and the thrill of the unexpected. His desire for Amelia was intense, a sharp, vivid energy that filled the air with life and the thrill of his need. His actions were urgent as he followed her lead, a bright, uncontained energy that filled the space with life and the thrill of the forbidden.