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CHAPTER 11 Beautiful yet Destructive~ JASMINE VALE Dormani didn't stop, he pushed me down the table, spread my private lips, and feasted as though he was a starved man in the Sahara. I screamed, my hands finding his gelled hair as he did something no man had ever done to my body. "Oh god....God, no..." "It's Dormani mia bambina. Dormani not God." He huskily said, pressing kisses on my privates.

Then he takes me to his room, climbing the steps quickly, while he still holds me in his arms, my cheeks begin to turn a little red, as I watch his muscles tense around him. Upon arriving at his really clean and spacious room, he takes me in front of his bed to lie down on it delicately, while he runs his lips along my neck, making me feel in heaven, and then puts his hands on my breasts on the dress. He slowly tears off the beautiful dress, but my kind heart doesn't allow him to do it, so I stop him. “Don't destroy this,” I beg him between kisses. “It's Abby's.” He ignores me and breaks it in half, shushing me with his tongue in my mouth, the taste is incredibly delicious. Mint, champagne,

He was so aggressive; it turned me on even more. “I need to fill you up with my cock right now.” He pulled away and stood straight then grabbed my thighs and pulled me close. “I wish I could taste your delicious pussy but with that meal we just had. I don’t want to hurt you down there with the spice still lingering on my tongue.”

brushed against her in the kitchen, my hand grazing her hip. She jumped, her book nearly falling from her hands. "Sorry, Em," I said, but my voice was low, husky. "No problem," she mumbled, but her cheeks were pink, and she wouldn't meet my eyes. I started leaving little hints. One evening, I found one of her books on the coffee table, a steamy romance with dog-eared pages. I flipped through it, reading a scene where the hero pins the heroine against a wall, thrusting into her with raw passion.

You'll have to confess everything, or I'll keep making you run. I tremble, panting, lost in her scent, her skin, her mischievous and cruel gaze. I know I am lost. Irrevocably. Entirely. At her mercy. --- Chapter 16 — The Duel of Caresses GABRIEL I tremble, panting, centimeters from her. Her eyes sparkle with a mischievous gleam, and I feel the real game is reaching its peak. Every shiver that runs through her skin becomes a flame consuming me.

⚠️ MATURE CONTENT WARNING This is a high-spice dark romance intended strictly for readers aged 18 and older. This book contains explicit sexual content, heavy dirty talk, an intense age-gap dynamic, and dark BDSM themes involving absolute dominance and forced submission. If you are sensitive to themes of extreme control, dark fetishes, or ruthless possessiveness, please do not proceed. Read at your own discretion. Welcome to The Obsidian Room. Enter if you dare. ----------------------------------- Author's Note: Hi, everyone! I am a Brazilian author, so this story is being translated for you. If you find any minor translation mistakes, I apologize in advance! I hope you fall in love with Ale

I whispered in a hitched breath, my heart barely functioning as his cold nose pressed against my nape, his lips brushing over the sensitive part. His lips came coaxingly on mine, forcing my lips open with his thrusting tongue. His kiss was punishing and angry. It sent the pit of my stomach into a wild swirl. My calm was shattered by the hunger of his Kisses. Suddenly, his lips left mine to nibble on my earlobe, then he had his face buried in my neck, his body shuddering then he raised his head, his lips recapturing mine, this time more demanding. My lips burned in the aftermath of his fiery possession, waves of shock coursing through my entire body.

He pulled out his fingers and placed them in his mouth, staring deeply in my eyes. Without warning, he carried me and headed straight to the master bedroom. I writhed on the bed and my hips gently buckled up. He looked at me with a mischievous glint in his eyes which made my knees weak. He grinned cockily and continue with his irresistible torture. I dug my hands through his full thick hair as he planted kisses down my thighs. His touch was electric, and I couldn’t get enough. My pussy arched with anticipation and his kisses were now strong and impatient. I gripped the satin bed sheet and I threw my head back, trying to steady myself as a rush of heat and shivers washed through me. Every ner

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He kneads the flesh with a quiet possessiveness, his thumb rolling over the already hardened tip until I cry out into his mouth. The dessert, thick hot chocolate, is exquisite torture. He smears it on my lips with his fingertip, then cleans them with his mouth, long, sweet, deep kisses that drive me mad. He spreads a little on the tip of my breast, and this time, he doesn't just lick. He takes the whole breast into his mouth, warm and wet, and cleans it with exasperating slowness, suck after suck, until I writhe on his lap, murmuring incoherent pleas.