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I asked, "Oh, so what is it then?" Trust me, I read just one paragraph when she sent me those kinds of stuff and it was full of..okay, I don't wanna think about it. Yuck! Roshini's eyes lit up as she answered, "Smut. We called it smut." She seemed to be drooling over the idea of reading it again. I was a hundred percent sure that as soon as she reached the room, she was going to change, eat, and then she would start reading her smut... yeah, smuts till late at night.

The words jumped off the page—raw, filthy, so unapologetically explicit. Oh gods, this isn't sweet romance. This is pure smut. Dirty, detailed, filthy smut. I should've closed it right then. Put it down. But my eyes kept scanning hungrily, my breath coming shorter and faster. Dorian's thrusts grew brutal and deep, claiming every inch of her possessively. "You're so fucking tight," he groaned loudly. "Milking my cock like you were made for it." Jean shattered around him suddenly, screaming his name as the pleasure crashed through her body hard.

She did not know but she heard the sound of his smirk. "I will always come back to you, my Tatiana," he muttered heartily. Then he continued to walk away towards the blinding sunlight. Tatiana could not help but to cover her face using her palm because of the extreme sunlight. It did not burn her skin though. But her palm was not good enough. Until she felt that she was totally eaten by that light.

Smith rubbed his fingers across my slit vigorously, the ache between my legs began to build that I clung to him - gasping. "Of course, you don't want me to leave. I'm the only one who knows how to turn you up," he said, flicking his wet tongue on my nipples. They tingled and ached. Smith jerked up slightly, taking off my panties. The duvet cover that had concealed the lower part of his body rolled off revealing his grown fat cock.

I whisper into the sky as I drift off to sleep. *** Droplets of fire fall from the sky. Liquid embers pool, puddles and streams on the ground. Soot, ash and smoke are all around me. I’m terrified as I search for him. In the distance, I can see the massive silhouette of his wolf. There he is. My mate. He will reach me. Fire continues to rain down, and suddenly, his sapphire eyes and coal black coat are all I can see. “Unega! Unega!” He’s shoutin’ through the mind-link, but I’m so confused and disoriented from the smoke.

What high form of sultry is this? This is some S-grade smut. Some super serious hardcore smut! I can’t read this aloud! These two are at it with only eye-contact and yards of distance between them, for gods’ sake! My eyes flicker to the place where Zen, Lukas and the Empress are standing. Help! This is too much for my virgin eyes! The three of them give back confused looks. I focus my gaze on Zen. Please, use your telepathic ability and read my mind! I can’t do this!

Before I could react, the door was yanked open. I stumbled forward, my knees weak, my heart lodged in my throat. Damian stood there, pants still undone, his cock still hard and glistening in the light. He didn’t bother covering up. He just smiled slowly, knowing and dangerously predatory. “So,” he said casually, like we were discussing the weather, “you’re the one who writes smuts huh?” His smile widened. “I’m a fan.”

he muttered dangerously as he pulled out a cigarette. Smoke.