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The physical memory of Elias suddenly crashed through his defenses, unbidden and searingly hot. Damien closed his eyes, his knuckles turning white around the glass. Just three nights ago, the very man who was helping Wei Chen bleed the Hawthorne empire dry had been pinning him down in this exact compound. They hadn’t made it past the heavy leather sofa in front of the fire. It had been a volatile, breathless collision of pure, unadulterated need—a forbidden romance stripped of all boardroom politics and reduced to raw, physical intimacy. Elias’s mouth had been hungry, almost angry, bruising Damien’s lips while his long fingers tore desperately at Damien’s shirt, demanding total surrender. Th

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Rebecca whispered, "Then we are perfect matches." He threw away his glass, scotch forgotten, and went for a kiss full of heat and hunger, his hands seethingly ripping off the silk as if it had offended him. Her laughter turned into moans, and she arched against him, her hair burning through his hands, branding him with every touch. The shadows in the study—where many of Laurent's past sins had once slept—now witnessed the birth of new ones: even hotter, louder, and equally damning.

“I love you too, Rachel - but it’s not enough. This isn’t one of your romance novels. In real life sometimes the boy doesn’t get the girl,” Thin lines of wet mascara began cascading down Rachel’s face and Alex gently wiped her cheek with the back of his hand. He kissed the dampness on her face, his lips tender and loving. When they returned to the darkness of their room, they made love with a white hot passion so intense, it caused their once brilliant star to explode into a giant super nova.

His lips left her mouth and he started trailing kisses down Céline's neck and collarbone, while squeezing her nipples. A moan escaped Céline's lips as she felt heat pool between her legs. It throbbed and became almost physically painful, yet pleasurable as she closed her eyes in ecstasy. Her eyes popped open when she felt his fingers brush against the surface of her folds. She stared up at him from under her long lashes and she saw the lust glistening in his brown eyes. He wanted her just as much as she wanted him. Céline needed some kind of contact with her folds, so she squirmed and pushed against Damien's fingers.

And then he was inside me, and the world shattered. Pleasure crashed over us like a storm, fierce and unrelenting. His name was a prayer on my lips, his body moving against mine, each thrust pulling me deeper into him, into us. We were fire and desperation. Passion and love. Two souls colliding, breaking, mending—all in the span of a single breath. And when we finally fell over the edge together, tangled in each other, gasping, shaking, lost—there was no doubt. *** The soft glow of dawn crept through the curtains, casting golden streaks across the sheets. I stirred, feeling the warmth of Elliot’s body pressed against mine, his arm draped possessively over my waist.

As she starts to come down, Sam moves towards Damen, and I move to position myself between her smooth and soft legs. Unexpectantly, Sam cups Damen’s face with his hands and they both begin to kiss. Gia is immediately turned on by this and a moan escapes her lips. I take this opportunity to kiss my beautiful mate. As our lips connect, I begin to fade into her. As if time freezes in place, we exchange pure loving energy in our deep and passionate kiss. Dom howls inside of me and brings himself forward until we are both experiencing this moment firsthand.

He straightened her dress with surprisingly gentle hands, then kissed her forehead — a tender contrast to the fire between them. “Go back out there,” he ordered, voice strained. “And know that every second you smile for those people, I’m imagining how tight you’ll feel when I finally bury my cock inside you.” Raven left the powder room on shaky legs, flushed and aching, the taste of him still on her lips. The rest of the gala was pure torture. Every glance from Damien across the room felt like foreplay. Every accidental brush of his hand against her bare back was electric. By the time they left, she was soaked and desperate.

They succumbed to the fire between them, losing themselves in the fog of desire. Julian lowered her onto the bed, his lips trailing from hers down to her neck. His kisses were relentless, leaving a burning trail of want in their wake. A loud moan escaped her lips when he found that sensitive spot just below her ear; his tongue teased it, igniting a fresh wave of pleasure that rolled through her.

BOOK 3: Chapter 49: Sinfully Yours They are kissing each other like nothing else in the world matters. Their mouths move in sync, desperate and greedy, lips molding together in a slow, heated dance that only deepens with every second. Tongues entwine, curling and tasting, savoring the forbidden flavor of each other like it’s the last thing they’ll ever have. Their kiss isn’t just about hunger—it’s about a desperate need. It’s raw and aching. They are clinging onto one another, shivering under the weight of the passion that has consumed them both entirely.