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It’s like telling someone not to look and they can’t help but to turn around and make it obvious. “Something you need to know about me, darling,” I lift her chin with my finger. “I’m sensitive. Very sensitive, so yes, I come quickly, but I don’t flag. I stay hard and I can keep going, going, and going until you can’t take anymore.” She swallows, lips parting as she inches closer to me. “So if I…lick,” her tongue flicks over the tip and I groan, burying my hand in her hair. “Will that make you come?”

His fingers quickened their pace, spreading me wider. The room seemed to shrink around me, and as I closed my eyes completely, it happened. The knot released, accompanied by a loud moan, and he didn't stop until my legs were trembling uncontrollably and my entire lower region throbbed with sensitivity. He sat back, his silver eyes fixated on me as he brought his fingers to his mouth, sucking them clean.

He murmured, “I wonder where else are you this sensitive, Seraphina.” ____ A. Gupta

POV: Aidan Ezra does not exaggerate. That is one of the reasons I trust him. So when he says the point responded to associative drift— I believe him immediately. The implications are severe. Not because something entered his mind. Because something noticed the direction it moved. That distinction matters. It determines whether we are dealing with intrusion— Or sensitivity. And sensitivity can become intrusion if misunderstood. “We need verification,” I say. Matteo throws both hands up. “No. We need retirement.”

When I fell as a child or just struggled with maths in my early teens his steady, warm gaze always centred me. I’m also very aware of a new sensation where he is touching my bare arm. It is not just the warmth of his strong, soft bare palm and fingers wrapped around my arm but there is a tingling sensation that is making my hair stand on end. Like a pleasant static sensation that make me feel warm inside. Before I can figure out this sensation I am pulled out of his grasp by a guard I didn’t see enter the room. The Alpha must have mindlinked him and called him inside.

Dangerous. But real.

I said irritated Tbc.

Kristen This place was sick. I was crying myself to death, I wanted to scratch each inch of my skin to get rid of their hands all over my body. Their laughs and moans were plastered in my memory. I was mentally shrieking as loud as I could so that I could silence their voices in my head loudly, but they were still there. They didn’t miss any part of my body to remain untouched; not even my vagina. I couldn’t feel anything other than humiliation and disgust, the thoughts were killing me and I couldn’t stop crying.

Wh-what did he mean by that? Why did this ominous feeling rise in my gut after hearing those words? "I'm going to spank your cunt for being so naughty, craving a forbidden dick. It deserves some punishment, don't you think?" He asked me, a puckish smirk tugging at the ends of his mouth. Oh god! After so many aeons of waiting, my cunt still couldn't snag that gorgeous dick? Ah, I was getting discouraged. Depressed even. Yet my pussy, a wonderful betrayal throbbed, seeming ready for anything as long as it involved my hot stepdaddy.