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With each stroke, her hips moved in sync with my touch, craving more of the pleasure I was offering. Her fingers tangled in my hair as she arched her back, surrendering to the sensations that consumed her. Her gasps grew louder, mingling with the rhythm of our bodies moving in unison. The room filled with the intoxicating scent of our desire, a heady mix of sweat and passion. Our hearts beat in harmony, a symphony of love and lust that echoed through the air. With her, nothing else mattered. I was lost with her, and so was she.

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The car was silent for almost a minute before Anthony started to speak. “The fourth rule shall be; us displaying public affection but being ourselves in private.” “PDAs? Like what?” “Hugging, holding hands, and kissing.” I almost choked on my spit at the last thing he said. He wanted to actually do romantic things in public, with me. “K-kissing?” Anthony nodded with a look as if I was supposed to know about the rule. “We will need to do those things in public to deceive people. People on social media are smart, babe. They can sense bullshit from just posting one word. I said this before, Sandy. So, yes. The fourth rule will be; romance in public, friendship in private.”

So I’d brought actual recreational reading – the kind with swoony romance and emotional devastation instead of clinical diagrams. “Listen to this,” I said, looking up from my book. “He took her hands in his, his voice barely above a whisper: ‘I have loved you since the moment you stumbled into my library, covered in rain and righteous indignation. Will you do me the extraordinary honor of becoming my wife?’” “That’s terrible,” Alonzo said without looking up from his laptop. “It’s romantic!” “It’s predictable.” “Predictable can be comforting. Not everything needs to reinvent the wheel.”

The light in his eyes died instantly. But I didn't stop. "You said that sleeping apart for a week meant automatic divorce. So every time we fought—no matter who was wrong—I was the one who apologized first. Why? Because I loved you. And you took that love and used it to control me. "Do you really think we ended up here just because of Katie?

His hand rested over my womb like both a promise and a claim. It should have terrified me. Instead, as his steady heartbeat thrummed against my back and his warm breath brushed over my nape, I found myself hoping — dangerously, foolishly, desperately hoping — that this terrifying new future might somehow be real. Baldwin pressed a soft kiss to my shoulder and tightened his hold around me. “Sleep, my perfect mate,” he murmured, voice low and full of quiet promise. As sleep began to pull me under again, cocooned in his warmth and strength, I allowed myself one final, reckless thought:

Sophie spoke with a smile, "Guess what? We have a new transfer student. And it is a guy" Ananya twitched her lips upward in an irritating manner and shake her head at their stupidity. I replied, "So what's so exciting about it?" Neha said, "Obviously it's exciting. Cause I heard that the guy is really very handsome and also rich". Ananya replied, "O hello dumbos. Don't forget that you have boyfriends. And here you girls are drooling for some other men". Sophie said, "O come on Ananya. It's okay to sometimes drool for some other men you know".

Talk to not see. That’s all that has happened so far I’m afraid to say. We have been exchanging various messages, which have become progressively sensual as the week have passed, for the past 3 months now. I made contact with him by accident really. Being bored, and quite frankly fed up with my love life, a close friend from University suggested that I should check out 'Dating and love' a new dating app. She positively raved about it. At first I waved it off as being the last resort for sad and unpopular losers, but after meeting this guy online, and seeing some of the other hotties on the site, I got sucked in and decided to go along with it. I started to really enjoy the online-shield of m

I responded. "This your killer shape, I'm obsessed with it and your beautiful face. I keep wondering what is a goddess doing in a place like this," he said, admiring me with lustful eyes. Of course in the last two years since I started dating there has been no real love all they did was love my body. Not my heart, my soul or even intelligence. All of them loved my body and when I didn't agree to have sex with them there would be a break up soon, not out of anything I'm being accused of but just because I didn't feed their fantasies.

“Out loud. Start to finish. Every word.” Her mouth went dry. “Professor—” “Elias,” he corrected, voice low. “When it’s just us. And yes. Read.” She swallowed. Took the pages from his hand. Her fingers brushed his—warm, deliberate—and a shiver raced down her spine. She started. “Wuthering Heights is not merely a story of doomed love; it is a brutal examination of obsession, of bodies and souls twisted together until neither can breathe without the other…”