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My eyes widened as the realization hit me. "Oh no, I completely forgot," I muttered, quickly shuffling a stack of files to hide my embarrassment. "It's cool. At least you still have plenty of time to get ready," he said, offering a reassuring smile. I glanced down at my stiff corporate outfit and sighed. There was absolutely no way I was going out for the evening dressed in a restrictive blouse and pencil skirt that hugged my curves too tightly for comfort. Being a plus-size woman, I was always hyper-aware of how clothing sat on my body, and the thought of spending a romantic evening trapped in suffocating office wear made me uneasy. As if he was reading my exact thoughts, Jade spoke again.

Instead, I was trapped against a wall of solid muscle and raw, unyielding heat, my heart hammering a frantic, traitorous rhythm against his ribs. Up close, the sheer magnitude of him was overwhelming. His dark gaze locked onto mine, burning with a fierce, possessive intensity that had nothing to do with romance and everything to do with dominance. He didn't love me. I knew that better than anyone. Damien didn't know how to love; he only knew how to conquer, to possess, and to keep his enemies close and his property closer. And right now, looking at the way his jaw tightened and his chest rose and fell against mine, it was entirely clear that he viewed my fifty nine pound transformation not a

Chapter 1: Caught in the Act I straddled on Professor Blake’s lap in his office, my short plaid skirt shoved up around my waist, my soaked black panties hanging off one ankle like a dirty little trophy. His thick cock was buried deep inside my dripping pussy, stretching me open as I rocked my hips in slow, lazy circles, taking every inch of him with each roll. I’d never been one for hitting the books hard. Studying felt like torture, so I’d found a much more appealing way to keep my grades up, and it was simple, riding my professor raw for hours. And it happened to work every single time.

Before I can say anything, Lira reaches me in one fluid motion, pressing me down onto the cushions, her soft breath mixing with my rapid breath. Her skin is so hot, and so soft that I don’t want her to stop pressing her body against me. Those heavy breasts crush against my smaller ones through my hoodie, nipples dragging like live wires. “I—” The rest of my words get stuck in my throat when her mouth claims mine—deep, filthy, that long demonic tongue sliding in thick and possessive, tasting like spiced honey and pure lust. It fills me, fucks my mouth slow and wet, curling around my own tongue until I’m moaning helplessly into her, hips bucking up on instinct. Never in all my years of living

Rafael slapped her ass again. A huge crest of release smashed through her. Her pússy spasmed around Felix’s cóck, and trembles shook her body. She rode through it, white-hot bliss stretching all the way to her fingers and toes. “Damn, you’re so hot,” Felix clasped her bréasts. “Always so fúcking horny.” She cried out, another wave of pleasure gripping her. “Oh God…yes…yes…” Her voice trembled with broken moans.

“Yours.” I opened his jeans and took him into my body on that chair, plus size thighs bracketing wood that still smelled faintly of another woman’s hands. He hissed. I did not let him set the pace. I rode him like the strip, like the bottle, like the river that took Reid’s phone. “This house has one jacket,” I said against his mouth. “Say that too.” “One jacket.” His hands bit my hips. “Yours on my back. Hers in a bag.”

I’m damn proud of it, and I’m glad I didn’t give up after the first fail. I’ve discovered that I get into those fantasy stories where one person knows who his or her soul mate is upon meeting them, or even before that, as what happened in the A Court of Thorns and Roses series by Sarah J. Maas, A Kinda Fairy Tale series by Cassandra Gannon, and many of the shifter books by Eve Langlais that I have loved so much. So that’s where I came up with the Love Mark idea.

I wаѕ, but not fоr thе rеаѕоn they thоught. THE END Thank you for joining me on this intense journey through Lost in Lust.️ If you enjoyed this story, I invite you to explore my other novel, “Wild Pleasure”️ A very sexual erotic novel. Nuzel.

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“Let me touch you. Just for a little while. Every time I look at you, you make my heart race like crazy. Those curves… your soft body… I can’t stop thinking about holding you. I like you, Lily. I really like you. And I know you like me too. You’re such a quiet, shy girl, but I see the way you look at me when you think I’m not watching.” He squeezed my breast gently, thumb circling over the hardening peak. I bit my lip to hold back another sound. It felt so good too good. No one had ever touched me like this. Not with this kind of hunger. “I want you,” he continued, voice dropping even lower as his other hand settled on my wide hip, pulling me closer. “I want to feel every inch of you. The wa