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************** Burning Sex1 The loud grunts from a man in the thrall of unbridled passion echoed through the darkness. I lay face down on the bed with my ass in the air and the huge mountain of a man relentlessly pounding his thick cock into me. Slap, slap, slap. our flesh merged in an almost violent frenzy of lust. my face was contorted and sweaty as this heated exchange of pent-up desire released the fury of a raging fire I had long thought lost. I was about to climax again. No man had taken me to this realm of sexual delight before. No man could vanquish this need and fulfill the darkened desires I craved. Until I met HIM.

I was certain he could read me like an open book if he kept staring at me with such intensity. Looping my hands around his shoulder, I buried my face in the crook of his neck, and he slammed deeper and harder into me, not holding back. “Oh, my god,” ripped out of my throat, followed by a desperate, “Adonis, please.” His thrusts hit a knot inside me, and I knew I was close to something marvellous, yet heartbreaking at the same time. “Fuck,” he rasped, biting down my throat. “Are you on the pill?”

He obviously loved thrillers as most of the books were made up with novels by Ian Fleming, Desmond Bagley, Hammond Innes, Ian Rankin, Michael Robotham and Alistair MacLean. My mobile sounded and I moved out on to the landing. Caller ID: Kimberley. “Hello, darling,” I said into the phone. “I need a drink,” she explained. “Bad morning?” “Ever since that break-in you investigated, Bio-Preparations insist on having an audit every month,” she said breathlessly. “Why have they got to have it on a bloody Saturday?” “You poor thing,” I said soothingly, feeling partially responsible. “So how about the Waggoner’s Rest?” She persisted. “I’ve just arrived back at the quay.”

Before me were rows and columns of carefully arranged books, most of the covers bearing sweaty, half-naked men and women in different stages of copulation, and the ones that didn’t had dark covers with obscure details that were covert yet somehow let you know exactly what the book was about. Heat climbed to my face, and I slammed the box shut, taking a deep breath before risking a second look. I gave myself a mental slap in the face. Whilst I enjoyed reading all forms of literature, I wasn’t this wild about erotica. Should’ve totally kept my big mouth shut. On the bright side, all the books were labeled bestsellers, so I could only hope they were well written. I walked over to the second box

"Guilty as charged. There's just something about her writing that I love. What about you? Any favorite authors?" He leaned back, thinking for a moment. "I'm more into thrillers. John Grisham, Michael Connelly. Stuff like that." "Interesting," I said, genuinely intrigued. "I guess that fits you." "How so?" he asked, raising an eyebrow. "You strike me as someone who enjoys solving puzzles, getting to the bottom of things," I explained. He chuckled. "Maybe you're right." We talked late into the night, sharing stories about our childhoods, our dreams, and our fears. It was during these moments that I caught glimpses of the man Zack could be—kind, thoughtful, and deeply intelligent.

"Are you serious? That is literally my favorite genre! I write short stories sometimes, and they are always packed with completely unhinged mafia bosses and crazy plot twists." "You write?" Clara gasped, genuinely excited. "You have to let me read some of your stuff. Real life in this pack is stressful enough. I love reading things that let me escape reality for a few hours." "Exactly!" Nora agreed passionately. "When I read a good thriller, I don't have to worry about Lycan Kings or border patrols. I just get to worry about fictional people surviving crazy situations." For the next two hours, the grand library echoed with genuine laughter.

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