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His touch ignited a fire within her, a flame that flickered and grew with every kiss, every caress. As they moved together, their bodies swaying in perfect harmony, the air was filled with the sweet scent of Jasmine's arousal and the musky tang of Ramon's desire. The sound of their ragged breathing, the soft gasps and moans, created a symphony of pleasure that echoed through the night.

He reached out, his fingers brushing against her cheek, gentle yet firm, as if testing the reality of her presence. She leaned into his touch, her arms wrapping around his neck, pulling him closer. Her lips found his neck, her kisses soft at first, then growing more fervent as she inhaled his scent—musky, warm, and undeniably masculine. Damian groaned, his hands sliding down to her waist, lifting her effortlessly. She gasped, her legs instinctively wrapping around his hips, her core pressing against his hardened length.

She kissed his skin first, savoring the moment. Then she sank her teeth into him. A guttural growl rumbled from his chest, his body trembling against hers as the bond locked in place. The pleasure was blinding, pulling them even closer. When she pulled back, Damien’s eyes were darker, his breathing ragged. Then, in one swift motion, he had her pinned beneath him, his lips crashing onto hers. Cora’s piercing scream shattered their intimacy. Damien was on his feet in an instant, yanking on his pants while Raven grabbed the closest robe and rushed to the door. They burst into Cora’s room, finding her sitting up in bed, her tiny body trembling.

It has increased to the point no one can save him from Igneel's wrath. How such a steamy mood turned into something so sad. How from kissing each other to admiring each other, scars turned into tears of sadness and anger. "I love you." He said and kissed her lips and cheeks. He could no longer hold his feelings for her. He kissed her teary eyes as he slowly traveled his kisses down to her clothed chest and then to her bare stomach. Her panties were on display. The sadness that he had suddenly turned into a longing for her. He could no longer restrain himself and so he went on her, made love with her so many times and in so many ways, draining her out of her energy as she trembled under him.

When I went downstairs for breakfast, the air at the table felt heavy, like a storm waiting to break. Elara sat perfectly composed, sipping her tea as if nothing had happened. She didn’t even look at me. Damien sat across from me silently avoiding eye contact with me as tho I never came. He didn’t meet my eyes once. I rolled my eyes to Lucian and immediately I got hit with the flashes is last night. The way he held my waist and kissed me aggressively, his tongue traveling deep in my mouth. I shook my head and heaved a sigh to pull me back to reality. I pulled a chair and sat down.

The first result makes my stomach drop. "BILLIONAIRE'S KINKY REVENGE: Aria Sterling's Secret BDSM Deal with Ex-Lover Damien Cross" There are photos. Grainy but unmistakable. Me and Damien through my apartment window. The angle's careful—nothing explicitly pornographic, but intimate enough that there's no mistaking what was happening. The article's worse.

The young woman sitting by me stopped her game and watched me rant in astonishment. When I ran out of angry words, she clapped her hands in succession, and it echoed in the silence. "Well said, Princess, but I think someone lied to you, just like they lied to some of them over there," she said, pointing to a point in the room's corner. "Over there in the blue dress is Princess Kit of the Blue Brook Pack. She was given away as an alliance gift to the Lycan King and found herself as a slave here the very next day. Following her is Princess Yvette from the distant pack region of the werecats. She was told that she was to be matched with the Lycan Prince. She has not gotten over the deceit that

His body slowly crawls up to me, his eyes piercing into mine, into my soul. “I think make-up sex would be better if I am honest. That was our first real fallout, and fuck, you looked hot angry!” His hands grasp mine, pulling them above my head. I so want make-up sex! One of his hands rubs down my body, squeezing my breast hard, as his cock pushes against my sex, a small whimper escaping my lips. The excitement of not knowing how he is going to fuck me makes me wet. His hips thrust hard and a scream escapes my mouth. His hand lets go of mine, as both his hands grip my legs, pulling them up and around him.

“His own robe was already gone, discarded before he had climbed onto the bed, and she could feel the hard planes of his chest against her, the rough texture of the hair there a delicious friction against her skin.” As his bare skin met hers, a new sexual sensation sparked inside her, a current of pure, unadulterated desire that demanded to be released. His cock was already hard enough again, demanding pressure against her thigh. As he leaned in, he grabbed one of her standing nipples between his thumb and forefinger, rolling it gently while his other hand cupped her other breast. “A soft moan escaped her lips, the sound she had been holding back since they left the shower.” Corvina held his

His secrets cut, but his touch heals, I thought, my fingers clawing into his shoulders, nails biting skin. My robe slipped to the floor, pooling like liquid moonlight, leaving my curves bare under his ravenous gaze. His calloused hands roamed, tracing every inch, igniting shivers that raced through my core. “Kayla,” he rasped, his voice thick with need, lifting me onto the bed, the linen sheets cool against my fevered skin. His kisses trailed down my neck, teeth grazing my collarbone, sparking electric jolts that made me gasp. I arched into him, my nails raking his back, his muscles flexing under my touch as he worshipped my body—every curve, every scar, every shudder. “You’re my home,” he w