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it felt so new to you since it's Genesis the man I love and I never had sex with him. you looked into his eyes. you were turned on by his face; the raised eyebrow, the seductive eyes, the little smirk plastered on his face. oh goodness. I thought that I already moved on but I was wrong. All this time I'm still in love with him. you didn't realize that he loosened your red lace brassiere. your breath hitched, he was that damn fast. you let your straps fall to your shoulder as he slowly removes the cloth from your chest.

"Isolde your movements are so precise. Every rub sends sparks through me. I feel so vulnerable yet so wanted." The three of them scissored together at times while I watched and touched myself lightly. Their slim bodies moved with grace. The sounds in the air were a mixture of pussies sliding, clits kissing, moans filling the candlelit space. The scene felt sacred and filthy at once. My internal thoughts raced with thrill. This secret society offered connection beyond the elite school pressures. I was no longer alone in my desires. Elowen moaned loudly as she came first from scissoring with Vespera. Her body shook beautifully. "Rose your eyes on us make it stronger. You will please us so well

Out of the corner of her eyes, Janet could see Professor Lance sitting on the other side of the bed, stroking his d**k. Janet shut her eyes, trying to clear her mind that was becoming muddled with lust and sex. Everything about this was so wrong, yet her body was reacting to her every touch. Maria pressed her soft lips on hers and toyed with the buttons of Janet's manhandled shirt, pulling it off completely. Janet's p***y clenched as Maria began to kiss down her chest. Finally coming to a resolve internally, Janet pushed her hand through Maria's hair, pulling her closer to her. Janet took both her hands and placed them on her breasts, letting her squeeze them. God, it felt so good.

“My cum deep inside my friend’s wife. On your anniversary.” Elena moaned helplessly into his mouth, shame and raw arousal twisting together into something dangerously addictive. Damien led her to the master bedroom—a massive, luxurious space dominated by a king-sized bed with a breathtaking view of the glittering city skyline. He pushed her onto her back and climbed over her, pinning her wrists above her head with one powerful hand. “Tonight, you’re going to forget your husband exists,” he growled. He kissed his way down her body with ruthless hunger—sucking hard on her sensitive nipples until they were red and swollen, biting the soft flesh of her breasts and leaving dark, possessive marks.

“You have no pack scent on you, Raven. No wolf at all. You are soft. You're like a…broken goods carrying a dragon scar on your belly and stolen money hidden in your past. Victor is going to be king one day. He will need a real lycan queen. Someone strong enough to take his knot when the beast inside him rises, someone who can stand tall during pack challenges and rule beside him without flinching. The lycan world is dangerous and full of ambitious females who have trained their whole lives for a male like him. They can smell weakness from miles away. A human girl with no beast? They will tear you apart the moment they see you at his side.” “Strong enough to take his knot when the beast insid

For just a second, I caught a glimpse of pain flickering across his face before it vanished behind his usual icy facade. "The wedding's next month," he said. "Nora needs a bridesmaid." Nora Hunter. The girl who had shown up out of the blue three months ago, 20 and all sunshine with her blonde hair and blue eyes, clueless about the shadows in the world. Francis had welcomed her into the mansion, showered her with jewels, and paraded her around at every high-society event. Francis kept whispering sweet nothings to me, even as he was gearing up to marry someone else.

RYAN'S POV The room felt hotter now and Liam lay under me flushed and breathing hard with his eyes glassy from all the alcohol and lust hanging in the air. I had wanted him for so long with years of stolen looks and forbidden thoughts that had finally crashed down on us in this bedroom while the party was in full motion below. My idle hand ran over his chest in order to feel the way his hard muscle would twitch under my touch. “You are mine tonight, Liam. All fucking mine,” I grunted.

“You need to go, Scarlett. Now.” She nodded, her cheeks burning with a mixture of shame and a thrilling, defiant heat. She turned and fled. It did nothing to quell the storm he had unleashed inside her. The memory of the kiss, the possessive grip of his hands, the wrecked sound of his voice, it was too much to process, yet a hunger had been awakened that demanded more. The following week, there was a seminar on power asymmetries in the modern novel felt like a special kind of torture. The subject matter which once would have been a purely intellectual exercise, now felt like a personal, pointed critique.

But Noah’s title stopped me cold. Dirty Desire. A nervous laugh escaped my mouth. Surely, I was imagining things, I had to be imagining things. Surely, this wasn’t what I thought it was. But when I opened the first page, my breath hitched. I couldn't believe my eyes. Noah hadn’t written a romance. He’d written a fantasy. His fantasy, a well detailed one at that. The words became more and more serious with each line: “She’s older, irresistible. Her voluptuous boobs pressed against my mouth”, “her wet pussy clenching tightly around me”, “her big fat ass bouncing against my hips.”

It is as if I have control over how other people look at me and have in mind that I am in the business of pleasing people. We had an argument after I reread the document after that and all our arguments end up in bed with me being fucked up senseless. Do I hate it? Hell no! In fact, I enjoy it. Angry sex is the best because there are no inhibitions. We do it as if there is no tomorrow. I don't call myself addicted to sex anymore. I say that it's just that I hadn't met Klaus. He's the man I had been waiting for and he knows what I need and how to give it to me.