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My lips curled into a smile as his grip on my breast tightened. A part of me wondered if I should be ashamed at the dirty things we'd done, but I didn't. I felt everything opposite of shame. I basked in the pleasure my body gave me with no single regrets and that was all because of the man behind me. Forbidden pleasure. And all I wanted was to cling to this feeling as long as I could. Shifting out from under his arm, I tried not to wake Damon.

The perfect pursuit of pleasure revealed itself to us, a blend of heat and sweetness. Minutes passed, and I felt us clinging to one another, our breaths merging as we reached the pinnacle of our passion, uniting our bodies in perfect harmony where pleasure blended with tenderness. I surrendered to that soft, delicious abandon, savoring every instant of communion, every moan that escaped my lips. And when our energies finally fused, a cry of satisfaction rose into the night, followed by a deep sigh that closed this chapter of our story. The waves of pleasure that flooded me seemed to spread through every fiber of my being as I collapsed against him.

They why all my mouth could utter are moans of pleasure and wanting? When he’s completely inside me, he stopped moving and started kissing my lips hungrily like the thread of his patience is just a millimeter at most. I could feel him inside me, truly feel him. This is so new, the feeling, the way this affects me, the way I’m liking having sex with a man not my husband, this is pure pleasure. A Sinful Pleasure. He started pulling out slowly and I cried as I felt my flesh followed the rhythm of his move.

"Your stubbornness will only put you into trouble if you continue like that with me." Yet, I felt a burning urge to smack his handsome face if only I could and wasn't bound. The thought of being bound by his belt brought up a welling desire I didn't know was possible. How could I shiver in sexual pleasure after being tortured by this man? Was it the chilly air biting my naked body? Or was it because the only thing stopping our naked bodies from merging was his clothes? I heard him chuckle. Did the son of a bitch just chuckle? Why?

Oh, Goodness. The sensation was so shocking, so utterly taboo and intimate, that a strangled groan was torn from him. His knuckles turned white where he gripped the wood. She didn’t just lick; she probed, her tongue a slick, relentless intruder, circling and pressing until the muscle relaxed under her ministrations. The shame was burned away by a wave of pleasure so profound it left him dizzy. He was panting, pushing back against her face, begging for it without words.

* The fantasy was so vivid I could almost feel the ghost of his possession, a deep, hollow pulse blooming into a slick, wet heat between my thighs. He inhaled deeply, his chest expanding against mine, and my own breath caught in my throat. My body, my treacherous, traitorous body, felt heavy, pinned in place by a pleasure so thick it was paralyzing. I tried to push him away, to slap him, to do something, but my limbs wouldn’t obey. They were weighted down, shackled by an invisible force, a lethargic pleasure that seeped into my muscles and turned them to liquid. Just like in the book.

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She is straight to the point to what objectives she wants. "My uncle have a publishing company and he could write yaoi stories. He also had a story about boys love, kindly open your folders and you'll see." I opened the folder and saw the synopsis of it. I could tell that this story was amazing and the book cover reminds me of him. Those big eyes with a long lashes and brown eye color. His pinky and kissable lips. Fuck what's happening to me? Am I that in love to him? I secretly smiled and shook my head.

Every nerve ending ignited with pleasure, heightening her senses and blurring the boundaries between them. In this intimate union, they became one, their bodies entwined in a dance of desire and fulfillment. Nerissa surrendered to the overwhelming pleasure, losing herself in the depths of their shared ecstasy. Time seemed to stand still as they immersed themselves in the depths of their passion, their connection unbreakable and their pleasure boundless.

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