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I respond. He looks at his phone “Hmm, let’s see. It says if your favorite color is grey, it’s because you don’t like attracting attention to yourself. You choose neutral colors to blend in. Grey can indicate a balanced, intelligent personality who is a good problem solver. In some cases, grey is associated with technology, social media, and modern solutions.” He looks up at me. “So that means you hate attracting attention, you’re smart and love technology?” It sounds like he’s asking me. I shrug my shoulders. “I guess that is true. I do tend to avoid attracting attention to myself unless I’m on the runway… Let’s see I have a degree in web design so that does mean technology. I don’t believe

DIFFERENT SHADES OF HIM| Full summary. Awdhesh. Radhika. Uzair. Three different lives entangled amid friendship, danger and chaos. Would your obsession with someone make you cross all the moral limits to just have your urges satisfied by getting them in your clutches like a caged bird in control of your palms? Can a person become someone's obsession to the point of losing sanity?

She never felt so ugly in her life. Meanwhile, Grey went back to Raven Black’s guest house and went straight to the bathroom, completely leaving his beta with no explanation. What reason would he tell him? That his dick was hard as fuck? That he wanted to pummel and claim her mate in front of everyone after seeing her beautiful face? “Fucking hell,” Grey moaned as he stroked his member with his hands. With each stroke he took, he imagined his little mate’s face begging for more. His strokes gained speed as he thought of her slim body, her tight pussy being pistoned with his dick and filled with his cum.

when we accidentally bumped shoulders at the communal fridge but in my head, he’d done a lot more than that. I bit my lip, staring at the ceiling. My hand instantly drifted down my stomach, fingers tracing the edge of my open jeans. And I could already feel the heat building between my thighs, that slow, insistent throb that had started the moment I’d seen him this morning in the elevator. He’d been wearing gray sweatpants. Low on his hips. The kind that left nothing to the imagination. I’d caught the faint outline of his cock and had to look away before my face turned scarlet.

Fifty shades of grey was an example. Christian Grey’s love for Anna and the way it has developed to be something really strong. I wanted that. I wanted someone to look at me and not to be attracted to me because of a mate bond, but to be attracted to me because out of many other pearls in the bead, they wanted mine. I wanted someone to meet me in a library, and stare at me throughout the day, I wanted someone who was going to make me blush, ask me on a date, want to care about my favourite colours and my favorite books just because they cared that much about me.

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.

My mind felt hazy, my pussy throbbing and oversensitive, a strange mix of shame and deep satisfaction settling over me. Grey didn’t pull out immediately. He stayed buried inside me for a long moment, breathing heavily against my neck. Then he slowly withdrew, flipped me onto my back, and kissed me deeply — slow, possessive, claiming. His tongue tangled with mine as his body covered me completely, pressing me down into the mattress with his weight.

Shakti's voice cracked, and Porishma listened carefully. "He was behaving like Mr. Grey," Shakti said and resumed preparing midnight snacks for everyone. "Huh? Davis?" Porishma was confused by the mention of Davis. Shakti giggled at her reaction. "No, not Davis Grey. I was talking about Christian Grey from *Fifty Shades of Grey*. That Mr. Grey, not yours," Shakti said and blushed darkly, and Porishma laughed at her red face. **After having midnight snacks:** "I'll sleep with Daddy," Ansh said happily, and Rudra looked at Davis, who was sulking.

“I plan on keeping you happy like this sweetheart. Seeing you this happy I can’t describe the feelings that go on inside me every time I see that smile on your face.” “Oh, how sweet of you.” “As it says in that ‘Fifty Shades of Grey’ book we aim to please Miss. Blakemoore.” Wait, What? “You’ve read that book?” This just got interesting. “Not just read baby, I’ve watched the movies too, learned a thing or two from it too but I promise I won’t show you unless you are ready.” “How chivalrous of you, I didn’t expect for you to pick up a smut book like that to read.”