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His sweet perfume filled my nose, almost intoxicating. Shivers ran down my spine, my eyes slid close. There was no way I was losing this chance. I needed to grab it. It was my chance. He pressed his hand pressed against my collarbone, his lips melted on mine. He sucked on my lips savouring every bit of me. His other hand, placed softly on my cheek. His breath tickled my upper jaw. Sending shivers down my spine, I could feel the spark in my vein. I thrusted my tongue into his mouth.

Perfect. As I flipped through the chapters, the story heated up fast. The protagonist, a shy librarian much like me, was cornered in the stacks by a dominant stranger. His hands roamed her body without mercy, fingers teasing her nipples until they ached, then dipping lower to claim her wetness. I shifted on the couch, feeling that familiar tingle between my legs. God, why did these books always get me so worked up? My thighs pressed together instinctively, seeking friction.

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Rafael stood over me, his shirt gone, his chest broad and muscular, his cock thick and hard against his stomach. He crawled over me, his body covering mine, his weight perfect. His mouth found mine again, his kiss deep and *khungry, his tongue sliding against mine as his hips ground against me, his cock thick and heavy against my thigh. “You’re going to take me so well,” he growled, his voice rough. “Aren’t you?” I nodded frantically, because I couldn't speak, my hips lifting, trying to pull him in. He chuckled, his hand sliding between us, his fingers teasing my entrance. "Have patience.”

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She saw a name written on the first page of the book. CLYDE JOHNSON DEL ESPANIA. She couldn't help but smile. What a perfect name for someone as handsome as him. It was as if the name was perfectly made for him. She closed the book and took her time to kiss it before she realized something. She could taste a hint of bitterness at the tip of her tongue. She even licked her lips to make sense of the taste. It was bitter, nothing like she'd ever tasted before. That was when she realized the state of the book just a few minutes before. She hadn't even wiped all of the dirt off her face, and there were still traces of it left on her lips!

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She gasped, her body jerking. “You drive me insane,” he growled against her ear, delivering another slap that made her moan despite herself. “I’ll never let you forget who makes you feel like this.” Her breaths were ragged, torn between anger and pleasure. “Damien…” she whimpered. His hand slid between her thighs, stroking slowly, deliberately. “So wet already,” he murmured with a wicked edge. “Your body betrays you every damn time.” She writhed beneath his touch, the table creaking under her weight. Each stroke sent shivers up her spine, her moans muffled against the wooden surface. He spanked her again, harder, the sting blooming into heat that only made her wetter.

I flipped back, carefully examining the pages until I got back to the page that was titled: Xavier. ‘He looks so hot.’ I slipped my fingers in between the pages and closed the book; did I just hallucinate that? I opened it again, confirming it. ‘I want him to touch me, to fondle me in places no one has ever seen.’ A small groan escaped me when I felt blood rush into a certain part of my body. ‘His fingers tweak my nipples, and his tongue in my mouth.’ I snapped the book shut, because right now, my head are filled so many indecent thoughts, and I could visualize doing all these things to her.

“I don’t feel it that much.” “It’s quite spicy,” she mumbled, still trying to soothe her tongue. The sight of her pink tongue sticking out, lips slightly swollen from the heat, did something dangerous to me. I couldn’t hold back anymore. I moved closer, cupped her face with both hands, and leaned in. Before she could react, I captured her tongue with my mouth, sucking on it gently but hungrily. Her eyes widened in surprise, but she didn’t pull away. I kissed her deeply, sucking on her tongue, then her bottom lip, then her top lip — tasting the lingering spice mixed with her sweetness. My hands roamed down her sides, squeezing her waist, pulling her closer as I devoured her mouth.