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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

God, she tasted like sin coated with deliciousness. “S-sir…” Her moans were broken as she started to move her hips, riding my tongue like she couldn't get enough, and fuck I loved it. I slid a finger in along with my tongue, teasing her g-spot and she cried out in pleasure as she arched her back.

"A... spicy romance." "Spicy romance?" I blinked. "Yeah. Lots of hot scenes. Lots of penance after." She laughed, recovering fast. "By the look on your face, you've never read one, have you?" "Nope." "Wow, Rocco. Such a good boy." I stopped walking, tugged the cuff so she stumbled into me. "I'm not a good boy. I was just too busy living it while you were reading it." My mouth brushed her ear. "And living it pretty damn well, from what I remember."

Suddenly, she convulsed, a hot, frantic squirt hitting his face as she reached a massive climax. She didn't let him recover. She spun around and lowered herself onto him, guided his thick, rigid cock into her. She took him in one slow, soul-crushing movement that made Roman's vision go white. He felt himself slide into her, the tight, wet heat of her walls enveloping him completely. She began to ride him then, her movements fast and shallow. The sound of their bodies meeting was a wet, heavy thud that seemed to vibrate through the bookshelves. Roman's hands found her waist, his fingers bruising her skin as he anchored her to him.

He laughed at my dry humor, touched my arm when he spoke, leaned in close enough that I could smell his cologne—sandalwood and citrus, nothing like Jace’s cedar-and-smoke. When he asked if I wanted to see his place, I said yes. His apartment was small, cluttered with art prints and vinyl records. We didn’t waste time on small talk. He kissed me against the door, hands sliding under my sweater, warm and sure. I kissed him back harder, trying to drown the memory of another mouth, another set of hands. He lifted me onto the kitchen counter. My jeans came off in a rush. He dropped to his knees, pushed my thighs apart, and licked a slow stripe up my center.

he said smoothly, his voice low in my ear. The spatula wobbled in my hand as his body pressed subtly against mine. Heat climbed up my neck, the smell of his soap and the faint trace of cologne added to the mix clouding everything. And before I could think about what I was doing, I turned or maybe he did, I wasn’t even sure but suddenly his mouth was on mine. The kiss was nothing like I expected. Rough at first, then deliberate as his lips coaxed, taking. My back hit the counter, and the spatula clattered uselessly into the sink.

In a tense and heated moment, Lola finds herself drawn into an intense encounter with her stepbrother, Damien. As they share a passionate moment in the kitchen, their desires and boundaries blur. *********************** I stood there, frozen, as Damien’s words washed over me like a wave of heat. The kitchen felt suddenly stifling, the hum of the refrigerator the only sound breaking the tension between us. My heart hammered against my ribs, each beat echoing in my ears. “I want you so much, Lola,” he whispered, his voice low and rough, sending shivers down my spine.

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I bit my bottom lip, shrugging. "What kind of books do you mean? There are motivational books, novels..." I trailed off, listing various genres. Colby rubbed his face, frustration etched on his features. "The book I'm talking about is...dark. Dark romance." I cocked my head, signing, "I do read that. Why? What's wrong?" Colby's eyes seemed to bore into mine. "Then you might know...have you ever had any fantasies? Like, reading them, did you ever imagine..." He trailed off, his gaze intense.

I didn't care, I just knew that it was fantastic. With every lick, the ember of my desire burned brighter, threatening to catch into a full blown blaze at any moment. I felt my temperature rising, the heat consuming me from within. Tremors rocked my body as his tongue fanned the sparks that my body nursed. I felt the heat rising, felt the smoke, and where there's smoke, there's always fire. When the flame ignited, my eyes squeezed shut. Delicious licks of fire washed over my every nerve, intensifying every sensation that I felt. The red color of the flames was all I could see, and my ears roared with the intensity of the flame.