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While my sister stood right there, I leaned forward and wrapped my lips around the head of her husband’s cock. Damien’s hand rested casually on the desk as he spoke to her. “Thanks, babe. Busy morning. Just finishing some… urgent work.” I took him deeper, swirling my tongue around the thick shaft, tasting myself on him. He twitched in my mouth. Claire laughed softly. “You’re always so tense with these reviews. Let me rub your shoulders real quick.” I froze for a second, but Damien’s hand slid under the desk and gripped my hair, pushing me further down until his cock hit the back of my throat.

Her pulse quickened, and the scent of her arousal hung heavy in the air, a siren’s call he could never resist. Ryker’s hands were on her before she could take another breath, lifting her effortlessly, pinning her against the stone wall. The cool touch of rock contrasted with the burning heat of his body pressing against hers. He took her mouth in a kiss that was anything but gentle; hungry, demanding, devouring. Selene met him with equal fervor, lips parting eagerly to taste his dominance. Teeth clashed, tongues tangled, and a low growl rumbled from his chest as he deepened the kiss.

"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

he growled, backing her toward the massive four-poster bed with deliberate steps. Clothes became a forgotten trail across marble floors. Damien’s hands and mouth worshipped her with reverent intensity—kissing down her throat, lavishing attention on her breasts, then dropping to his knees to taste her until her legs trembled and her moans filled the villa. Cinthye gave back just as fiercely, nails raking down his muscled back as she pulled him up and onto her. Their first union was urgent and desperate, pinned against the wall, bodies slamming together with raw need. Later, they moved to the bed—slow, sensual, every thrust deep and deliberate, eyes locked as they chased shared ecstasy. Multip

My body temperature was rising, a primitive need beginning to take control. I grabbed the bottom of his t-shirt, pulling it up over his head. He wiggled out of it, tossing it to the side as I ran my fingers down his front. His muscles hardened under my hand as he kissed my shoulders and neck. He nuzzled the strap of my tank top, pushing it until my shoulder lay exposed in the moonlight. He bit it gently, sending a thrill through me. His hand crept up the soft fabric, cupping my breast in his palm through the thin material. My nipple beaded into a tight point as his fingertips caught it, and he let out a chuckle.

He gazed into her eyes with a tenderness that surprised her, yet the passion in them threatened to overwhelm her. Searing heat ripped through her, as he stretched her insides. She cried out softly, but he quickly doused it with the softness of his kisses. He whispered to her, and told her how she felt inside. Warm, tight and sweet. And then he begam to move, plunging in slowly into her. Samara gasped, moaned, and moistened her lips with her tongue as Damien pace increased, thrusting harder, deeper and faster. The ecstacy she felt was so complete it made her innocence a thing long forgotten. She lifted her legs around him to allow him come closer.

Benita said flatly. “You look beautiful,” Rafe murmured, stepping closer. She stepped back. Holding onto Tana’s arm, she descended the stairs. Damien waited downstairs. The scent of white roses filled the room, it felt too clean, too staged. When Benita descended the stairs, something in his chest fractured. She looked regal. Furious. Unbroken. A challenge. Their eyes met. And in that moment, Damien knew. Buying her hadn’t satisfied him. It had ruined him.

The sensation of Axel's body in hers and the pleasure he gave her, coupled with the realization that she loved him, was enough to tip her over the edge. Rosa cried out, her voice echoing inside the room and mingling with Axel's shout of release. She dug her nails into his back leaving him covered in long, ragged scratches as he spilled his pleasure inside her. Filling Rosa with the warmth of his seed. The pleasure bucked and heaved inside her body, like a live creature attempting to escape from inside of it. She floated on the pleasure, the aftermath of its glow coating her and Axel's body in a fine sheen of sweat.

The ravenett returned her smile before cupping her breast and kissing her lips. Carmilla bit her ear lobe before licking her neck, sending pleasures through her body due to her sensitivity in that specific place. Ruby pushed her fingers inside her underwear and started playing with her already salivating core making Carmilla moan. They smiled as they touched each other's body, caressing their lustful flesh aching for each other's love and warmth. Carmilla placed her lips near her ear and whispered in a seductive voice. "Yes, perhaps we could. And maybe orgasm as well in between reading those erotic books." Ruby smiled wider due to her words and began kissing her cleavage. "That is a very int

“Soaked. My pussy’s been aching for days. And after what I saw tonight… I need it rough.” We moved to a dark corner booth, away from prying eyes. The moment we sat down, his mouth was on mine….hungry, demanding. His tongue invaded my mouth as his big hand gripped my waist, pulling me against him. I moaned into the kiss, straddling his thigh and grinding my dripping core against the hard muscle there. The friction against my clit made me whimper. “Fuck, you’re burning up,” he growled against my lips. His hand slid under my dress, fingers brushing my soaked lace panties. “No wonder you’re desperate. You’re drenched.”