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Every small touch sent sparks straight to my core. The conversation started innocent but quickly turned flirty. Ryan’s eyes kept dropping to my chest. My nipples had hardened from the chill and the whiskey, poking obviously against the thin fabric. Tyler’s hand rested on my lower back, his thumb stroking slow, lazy circles that made my pussy throb. “You’re really beautiful, Mia,” Ryan said, his voice low and rough like gravel. “Been thinking that since you walked through the door yesterday. Those legs… that tight little body. Hard to ignore.”

We lay there in the dark, the city lights flickering in the distance. "I love you guys," she whispered, her voice barely a thread. "We love you, Gabriella," Arden said. "Always," Brent added. I just pulled her closer, claiming her lips fiercely, my heart beating in time with hers. The war was over. The game was won. And the prize was the only thing that ever mattered. Her. She would be ours forever. Ours to break, to fuck, to tame, to ruin. Our pretty princess and our submissive little slut.

The burn slowly turned into sharp pleasure. Luca leaned down and kissed him hard. Their tongues fought while Luca fucked him deeper. “You are mine for thirty days,” he said against Enzo’s lips. “Every night I am going to fill this hole with my cum. By the time the month ends you will not want to leave.” He sped up his thrusts. The bed started to creak. Skin slapped against skin. Enzo’s moans turned into broken cries. His cock leaked all over his stomach. Luca reached between them and stroked Enzo fast. “Come for me. Come while my cock is buried inside you.”

he whispered, his lips brushing her forehead, “was merely the first page of our story.” Their story ended there, with Cora wrapped in the arms of a demon, her body sated, her soul promised, and her future a terrifying, exhilarating blaze of unknown passion. She had gotten everything she had ever fantasized about, and she had never been more perfectly, completely damned.

Our breaths mingled fast and ragged. “Please stay with me forever, baby,” he whispered. “I promise, I will,” I whispered back. Then, he kissed my forehead under the moonlight. THE END. BOOK 3 AWAITS!

Mark's head fell back against the couch, his hands tightening on her hips as he guided her movements in a slow, rocking motion that built the tension between them. Their kisses grew deeper, more heated. Claire's blouse rode up as she moved, and Mark took the opportunity to slip his hands higher, cupping the sides of her ribcage. His thumbs brushed just beneath the curve of her breasts, teasing without rushing. The anticipation made her ache with longing. She kissed him harder, pouring all her pent-up emotions into the connection, the frustration of the day dissolving into pure, romantic desire.

Her oral skills were highly developed and she came to the group already indoctrinated by the ridiculous revelations of a popular series of "Vampire" stories. They were well written and attracted the devotion of a number of disaffected young people to the romantic elements of vampirism. Lafitte had not hesitated to give the beautiful young girl the fang of creation. His long cock buried in her tight young pussy was treated to her violent changing life-force opening her core to his vampire seed. He had done that on several occasions and he never tired of the stimulation that replenished his sexual energy. Lafitte made a habit of tasting the pretty girl's blood early each morning before the sun

Hi, everyone! This is Curvy Writes, and first things first: I need to take a deep, dramatic bow and then just collapse on the nearest couch. Because, people, we did it! I just want to say a massive, soul-hugging, confetti-tossing THANK YOU to every single one of you who has been reading my short story, "In Her Skin." Seriously, from the bottom of my slightly exhausted but extremely grateful heart, thank you. You guys have been the absolute best audience a writer could ask for.

"This should have been the setting for your first time and I just felt bad. It should have been sweet and romantic and all that shit." "Wait, tomorrow is the seventh day." Royce wagged his finger. "Who said we're doing it now?" Royce grinned before pointing at the romantic candle light set up. "I will make this night and tomorrow special before I ravish you completely." And he did exactly what he said. He made her feel like a special girl. Like she's the luckiest woman in the world and by the time the seven days are up. Royce made love to her body.

We have some classes together but not everything because we both have chosen a different career path but we try to do some together so we have time together as a couple. Anyways back to English literature!.....i like it because it often goes about Romantic stuff from the old ages long long time ago, like shakespeare and all that and i love that sh*t, absolutely love it! A couple that can't life without each other (Romeo & his beloved Juliet) and so on! I can just emerge myself in it, drown in it with my eyes closed so to imagine myself during that period of time, being one of them! Many now it sounds like a mushy sucker of Romance but i don't freaking care!