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Hi, I will not say much. This is an erotic story that contains a mom/aunt/son. As you know, I write about Aunt/Mom’s stories. Please support me by reading my other stories, too. Also, you can support me on my P*****n: p*****n.com/laxu00 Story starts

But Arabella’s heart had already begun beating far too quickly. A breeze moved softly through the marketplace between them. Neither spoke for several moments. Then Edwin finally gestured toward the bookstore. “Do you enjoy reading?” “Yes.” “What sort of books?” Arabella hesitated. “Poetry mostly.” One dark brow lifted slightly. “Romantic poetry?” Her cheeks warmed instantly. “Sometimes.” Edwin looked dangerously amused again. “You continue to surprise me, Lady Arabella.” “And you continue mocking me.” “Only because you blush so beautifully.” The words escaped him so naturally that both of them froze afterward.

I lived for the idea of them. The thought of being pinned beneath an immortal body, feeling those icy fingers slide over my heated skin, the sudden sharp sting of fangs sinking deep into my neck, followed by that forbidden rush of pleasure so intense it bordered on agony… it haunted my dreams and ruined every ordinary man who ever tried to touch me. My friends had long since given up. Every time I brought up another dark romance, another obscure vampire lore theory, another fantasy where the heroine begged to be drained while she came undone, they would groan and roll their eyes.

I woke up on the small rug in Jax’s room, my neck cramped. Jax was still asleep, I reached for my phone, which was vibrating nonstop on the floor. 32 Missed Calls. 114 Text Messages. I didn't even have to open them to know what they said. The sports world had woken up, and the "Golden Couple" was the lead story.

Hearing the system's promise, I was instantly tempted. "Ximena, let me fix your skull." I used the universal glue to carefully attach the missing piece back onto her head. After it dried, I had her shake her head a few times to test it. "It's really fixed." Ximena broke into a happy smile. I seized the moment to make my request. "Ximena, today is our wedding day. Let's just forget all the misunderstandings from before. How about you give me that nail as a token of our love?"

She was going to make an entrance that no one would forget. This time, she was just his date. But next time? Girlfriend. Fiancée. Maybe even his wife.

But they didn’t stop. They each took turns—switching, teasing, tasting. They fucked me on the couch. Then on the floor. Then again in front of the fireplace, flames flickering over our sweat-slicked skin. By the time we collapsed in a pile of tangled limbs and panting breath, the storm had passed. I curled into Jace’s chest while Luca kissed my neck and Noah held my hand. No one said a word for a long time. Until Jace whispered, “This doesn’t end here.”

Ellis remained kneeling, spreading her legs wider, kissing the inside of her thighs as Roman positioned himself at her entrance. “You’re still leaking,” Ellis observed with a smirk. “We can’t have that.” Roman slid into her with a single, slow thrust, filling her to the hilt, his cock claiming every inch of her stretched, needy heat. She gasped, nails digging into the armrests as he began to move, his strokes deep and punishing, each thrust forcing soft whimpers from her lips.

"You're going to help me? How? And with what?" Kento's grin widened as he crossed his arms over his chest. "I am going to help you with your mission: Operation Romancing my Husband." I frowned. "Operation Romancing my Husband?" Kento nodded. "Yep. That's what you are going to do. Since you two got married without building the most important foundation, which is love, you will have to start building it from scratch. We've already got one of the ingredients: you, being madly in love with my asshole best friend. Now we only need the second ingredient, and that is to make Navid fall for you too."