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Every inch of her skin burned with a desperate need she hadn’t felt in so long, a primal connection that seemed to erase the lines between anger and desire. Dominic pressed her harder against the wall, his lips trailing down her neck as his breath came out in ragged bursts. Sasha’s body arched against him, her nails digging into his shoulders as a wave of heat surged through her. Despite everything—despite the lies, the secrets, the danger—this moment felt inevitable. Their chemistry had always been volatile, explosive, and now it was threatening to consume them both.

She had drifted off into sleep thankfully. “We'll need to get my father out,” Damien whispered to me. "What do we do?" I asked. Damien pulled me aside. "We will fight back. But first..." He drew in closer and then kissed me hard, his hand sliding under my wet shirt, fingers pinching my nipple. Rain had soaked us from everything but heat between us built fast. "Not now," I whispered. Yet my greedy body leaned in, my pussy aching for his thick cock once again. And I would get it.

Her long, midnight-black hair was spread across the pillow like dark silk, and her body bore the delicious evidence of their passion—faint hickeys blooming on her neck and shoulders, light handprints on her ass cheeks, and the sticky remnants of dried cum between her smooth thighs. Damien Cross woke up rock-hard, his thick morning wood pressed firmly against the soft, warm curve of her ass cheek. The sight of her like this—marked, used, and still so irresistibly tempting—sent a fresh surge of lust through him. He couldn’t resist. Moving slowly behind her, he gently spread her legs wider. Raven stirred, a sleepy, seductive smile curving her full lips even before her violet eyes opened. “Greed

They hadn’t even noticed me. Serena was still in his arms, but the kiss was different now. Deeper. Hungrier. Bordering on filthy. Her fingers twisted in his dark hair, pulling him closer, her breath hitching as his tongue plunged into her mouth, slow and possessive. She moaned softly, parting her lips wider, letting him taste her, consume her, own her. Her body practically melted against him, her robe slipping open at the top, revealing the bare curve of her breast. Damian groaned low in his throat, his large hands gripping her waist before sliding lower, his fingers digging into the plush swell of her ass.

He opened the door, eyes wide, shirt unbuttoned, revealing his chest’s hard lines. She pressed her body against his, lips crashing into his with desperate need, tasting rain and salt, hands clutching his shoulders, fingers digging into his skin. Hayes lifted her up, as he carried her to his room. They stumbled to his bed, room warm, smelling of rain and musk, wet clothes shed in a heap, fabric hitting wood softly. Their hands moved slowly, tracing every curve, every scar, fingers exploring with no rush, air thick with their bodies. His hand brushed her pussy, soft, sliding through her wetness, gentle but electric. Her moan was low, “Ohhh,” voice trembling, eyes stinging with tears.

When he set her down on his bed, his eyes burned with hunger and tenderness both. He kissed her again, this time fiercer, and his hands explored every inch of her body as if he had been starving for her. Selena gasped when his lips moved down her throat, her back arching in response. The grief inside her began to melt into something else something wild and desperate. Her fingers tugged at his shirt, pulling it over his head. Damien’s body was warm and strong under her touch, muscles shifting as he leaned into her. She touched his chest, trailing her hands over the scars she found there.

I gently graze his lips with mine, wetting them with my gentle kiss. He places his hands upon the small of my back and pulls me in closer, kissing me back with a soft and warm passion. His lips and tongue dance with mine—sending spasms of lust spiralling through my core. This first kiss feels so amazing—sensual, passionate, and delicately sexy. The expensive scent of his cologne only further spikes my desire for him. He smells so manly and clean.

If I could meet him again, I will gladly let him rocked his hips against mine. It wasn't my first wild night, frankly, it was one of the many nights I spent going to the club. But it was the first time ever I had sex with a stranger in a club's restroom. I definitely would feel ashamed if I ever get to meet him again, but I wouldn't be ashamed if I get to meet him at the club again. But anywhere else would be a complete disaster, he wouldn't know I was totally heartbroken that night. I don't regret the sex, if I have another chance I would do it over a million more times.

His blue eyes blazed with something dark and unreadable. "Can't you understand what I'm trying to say?" His voice was low, almost a growl, vibrating through my chest. "Let me go! Get off me, you freak!" I thrashed beneath him, trying to push him away, but he didn’t budge. My strength was nothing compared to his. He smirked, his eyes locked onto mine with an intensity that made my skin prickle. "Look at you… trembling, glaring at me like a cornered rabbit. But rabbits don’t fight wolves, Seraphina. They get devoured." A violent shiver ran down my spine. His words weren’t just a threat—they were a promise. Before I could react, Damien leaned in, his face inches from mine. The warmth of his bre

“Oh my god… fuck… mmm, yes… that feels so good…” He rose higher, mouth moving to her breasts. He licked one nipple in slow, wet circles, then the other, then spat onto the left peak. Warm saliva ran down the soft curve of her breast. He licked it off slowly, sucked the nipple deep into his mouth until she whimpered, and spat again, coating both nipples until they shone under the library lights. Maya’s head fell back. Soft, broken moans kept spilling out of her without restraint. “Ah… ah… Liam… that feels so dirty… mmm—don’t stop… please…”