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Every touch sent warmth rushing through my body. The red lace suddenly felt too thin beneath his gaze. Too revealing. But Sebastian touched me like he admired every inch of me. Like I was something precious. Something dangerous. The storm outside shook the windows while his mouth traveled slowly along my neck again. I buried my fingers into his shoulders, completely overwhelmed by how good he made me feel. No one had ever kissed me like this before. No one had ever looked at me like they were terrified of wanting me too much. And somehow… That made this even more dangerous.

Another shiver goes through me but my body obeys. I let out a whimper when his lips closes around my pussy. He sucks and groans as my hands slip into his hair, urging him to go on as I push against his lips. “You taste good, Selene baby.” He sucks more, his tongue flicking around my clit. I can't help it. I scream loud, thrashing against his lips as the pleasure wrecks my body. He holds my legs and forces me down as he continues sucking, taking every fluid he can and taunting me with intense pleasure.

Without stopping moving inside me, he pressed my chest back until my back was flat against the surface of the desk, my hair spreading over his documents and books. From that position, he was a giant over me. He kept my thighs apart, holding them tightly, splitting me open to have the deepest access possible. Seeing him like that was devastatingly attractive. He fucked me with authority. Every push grazed my most sensitive spot, drawing out moans that I no longer bothered to hide. He leaned over me, devouring my neck with wet kisses and soft bites that made me shiver. I felt his five o'clock shadow deliciously scraping my sensitive skin, a perfect contrast to the softness of his lips.

Heat rushed between her legs, and she felt her pussy start to get wet. Professor Kane began the lecture right on time. His voice was steady and professional as he talked about symbolism in the assigned reading. Sara tried to focus, but her eyes kept drifting to his hands. Those same hands that had gripped her thighs and pushed his fingers deep inside her. She squeezed her legs together under the desk. The pressure only made it worse. Her clit throbbed, and fresh slickness coated her panties. Within minutes, she was soaked. The fabric stuck to her swollen lips, and every small movement sent a jolt of need through her.

It was rich and sensual, of the god's coming, the scent of rain and mature grain that clung around him, the fear of the gentleness of his hands. Kaelen listened, his eyes never wavering. He did not interrupt, but he filled the room with his presence. He sucked in every drawl, every pause, every breath she took. She read of the mortal woman's decision, of the three gentle refusals of the god's flesh, and when Sloane uttered the words—"I yield, I accept, I desire"—she felt the same need between her own thighs. As she came to the final passage,of the god lifting the woman to a bed of fallen leaves and autumn light, she shivered. She closed the book softly. The quietness left there afterwards wa

We resumed our initial sitting arrangement, and slowly, Anna strode toward April, and before April could say a word, Anna crossed her leg over and sat on April, her lips crashing against hers without a moment’s pause—hungry and unrelenting. Their tongues collided, twirling, battling, seeking dominance, plunging deep into each other’s mouths as if swallowing air would never be enough. Anna’s hands roamed, sneaking under April’s bra, cupping, teasing, massaging her breasts with firm, eager fingers. April moaned, melting into the touch, arching slightly, pressing hard back against Anna. Anna kissed down April’s throat, her tongue trailing wet lines, and then tugged April’s bikini top down just

Chapter Two – Pages of Pleasure The library’s hush deepened as evening fell, the dim lights casting a golden hue over the stacks, but the heat between us burned brighter, a secret indulgence amid the books. My body still tingled from his earlier touch, pussy wet and sensitive, my intellectual facade cracking under the thrill of his dominance. He moved with me through the aisles, his presence a constant tease, guiding me deeper into the labyrinth where no one would glance.

Then he pushes his cock even deeper and we both moan like animals I know this dark romance can destroy everything. It is very bad. It is disgusting. It is the worst kind of sin. But every time his thick cock slides into my wet cunt, every time he slaps my ass and calls me his dirty stepdaughter whore, every time his hot cum leaks out of me later while I sit with my family, I feel more alive than ever. The age gap, the taboo, the constant risk of getting caught — it all makes the pleasure so much stronger and dirtier

He rained small kisses at the silky roundness until his mouth touched the sensitive peak. "Oh, Rye!" she moaned throatily. The vibrating sound provoked him to open his lips and nibbled at the pink pearl gently. Her heavy-lidded eyes watched the sensuous view. His mouth swallowed her puckering nipple and lashed it with his tongue. The sensations unfurled desire into her veins. She curled her toes and wrapped her legs around his hips. She was on fire. Her body twisted and rippled. "Rye, rye..." she gasped huskily. Her eyes closed as she chanted his name.

They are, yet they often drive him wild. “No, words are powerful, more powerful than you know. While sex involves the body, the best sex always involves the mind.” I have to agree that the mind is powerful, and when he is teasing me by using just my sense of sight, the tension and pleasure are fantastic. He can push me to my limit with mind games so quickly. “Okay, yes, your right. Words can be good, Sir.” I smile, biting down on my lip, slowly pulling it out from between my teeth.