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His tongue invades my mouth, and I melt against him, my body singing under his touch. The bond between us roars to life, an inferno of need, and I feel him, his desire, his fury, his terrifying, all-consuming love. Then A hand fists in my hair. Dominic wrenches me back, breaking the kiss. Adrian snarls, but Dominic ignores him, his gaze locked onto mine. He whispers in my ear "You don’t just belong to him, little wolf." His free hand slides down my chest, his fingers brushing the lightning mark. The contact sends a jolt through me, my nipples tightening painfully. "You belong to me too."

At Ava’s bra which barely contained her massive tits, Liam’s undone jeans, Ethan’s bare chest and heavy briefs. “It’s my deepest, dirtiest fantasy. I want…I want in.” Liam’s eyes darkened. He sat up, easing Ava off his lap with gentle hands. He crossed the room in two strides, stopping close enough that I smelled cedar and heat. His thumb bruId a melting snowflake from my jaw. “Then let tonight be the story you keep for yourself,” he said. “No readers. Just us.” Ava was already moving, bare feet silent. I stopped behind me, fingers tugging the hem of my sweater. “Arms up.”

He made love to her on his desk, staring into her eyes the entire time, whispering promises between every thrust. “You are the only one I see,” he groaned, grinding deep. “The only one I want. The only one I love.” Willow came with tears in her eyes, clinging to him as pleasure and emotion overwhelmed her. Ronan followed, filling her with his cum while holding her like she was the most precious thing in his world. Afterward, he held her in his arms for a long time, stroking her hair. “No more jealousy,” he whispered. “You are mine. And I am yours.”

He replied, "All books are fiction." "Not all." "You know what I mean." He shook his head, as I continued. "I like stories that take me somewhere else," I said, "Stories that make me forget reality exists and make me paint pictures in my head. His eyes flickered briefly. "That explains the paintings." I nodded. "It helps." "So, you're one of those romance people that enjoys all those ridiculous stories.” He said, “Where girl meets boy, girl hates boy. And then by some silly ass miracle, they both love each other at the end of the day.”

By sunset, that ache had turned into a throbbing, dripping need. No boyfriend. No rules. Just seven days to be a greedy, horny slut. I grabbed the resort tablet and opened the Concierge app. Private Companions. I selected exactly what I wanted: Male. Very tall. Extremely muscular. Hung like a fucking horse. Expert tongue and stamina. No limits. One night. I hit submit, already soaked. Thirty minutes later, a firm knock sounded at the door. I opened it and felt my pussy clench at the sight of him.

he interrupted. “Stop following me Jax,” I commanded establishing my authority changing the conversation because at the end of the day he was just a massive fan of mine. “No, I want recommendations on books, preferably the slow burns with two people trying to fight their connection when they were soulmates from the moment they met but they were blind.” I know what he was doing. He was trying to describe our romance but ours was a tragedy, not a romance in my books anyway. I huffed annoyed and played his game, by saying “I would recommend Birthday Girl by Penelo-“

Chapter 3 I stood in the centre of all the books in the library, my fingers trembling as I flipped through another ancient history book, the pages brittle under my touch. The ink bled in places, the words looked smudged with how old they looked, but the message was clear…royalty must marry royalty. Always. Without exception.

We’ve all read them right? Those sappy romance novels, the ones where some handsome stranger rescues the damsel in distress. He’s wealthy like no other and adores the ground she walks on. There’s some life altering event, a struggle of some kind but it gets resolved and they live happily ever after.

The handwriting was neat but feminine with looping letters that spoke of care. Her throat tightened as she began to read. “To my dearest little Esme, If you’re reading this, it means a rainy day has found its way into your heart. I’m sorry I can’t be there to hold you through it, to make you hot chocolate with extra marshmallows and tell you silly stories until you laugh.

He uttered his name in a breathy tone when she pulled her face away. She murmured to him when their lips were only a handful apart. "Make love to me, Rome." For the last time, she wanted to add, but she stopped herself. Rome wasted no time. He swiftly claimed her waiting lips, and Channy felt incredibly warm when his lips touched hers. This is how Rome's kisses affect her. Just kissing him is enough to transport her to heaven. She had kissed many guys before Rome, but none had made her feel this way.