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“Gonna send you back to your desk with my cum dripping down your thighs while you sit across from your sister at lunch.” The forbidden image pushed me into another orgasm. Damien buried himself to the hilt and came hard, flooding my pussy with thick, hot ropes of cum. We stayed locked together, panting. He finally pulled out and turned me around, kissing me slow and deep. “You’re addicted now, aren’t you?” he murmured against my lips. I nodded, dazed and satisfied. “I can’t stop.” “Good.” He smirked, dark and possessive. “Because this is only the beginning, Elena. And I’m going to ruin you completely.”

25 March 1820 Rome, Italy Jacob was lounging on a chair and Mrs. Valentina Lombardi, the most sought after courtesan in Rome was sprawled on his lap, her lush body pressed to his as she tried to coax a reaction out of him. He knew all the other men watching him envied him. But for the life of him, he couldn't muster any enthusiasm for the act. Instead of finding her perfume enticing, he found it cloying. The smoke from the cigars made him feel suffocated.

"You like mysteries?" "Sometimes." "Better than romance novels?" My face heated. Had he seen me looking at that shelf? Had he been watching? "Much better," I said firmly. "Romance novels are... unrealistic." Something flickered in his eyes. Amusement maybe. "Are they?" "Yes. All that instant attraction and forbidden desire and enemies becoming lovers. It doesn't work like that in real life." "Doesn't it?" The way he said it—the slight emphasis, the look in his eyes—made my stomach flip.

She heard Irene scream in excitement, "what the hell are you guys doing?" "Oh, oh," Tasha and Irene turned to face her, "This is so good, Elle!" Irene ran to her and hugged her, "This is awesome!" "what are you talking about?" She frowned. "The book, who said you can't write romance? This book is so good! I can't even explain it in words," Irene squealed. "You liked it?" Elle smiled at her. "I loved it!" "I didn't know you could write a romance novel," Tasha blinked in surprise. "Dude, it's like you've poured your heart out," Tasha couldn't believe her eyes.

He crushes his cigarette into the ashtray on the table and without waiting for more I climb on his lap, pushing my body into his hard one. I place my hand on his chest and he looks at me in amusement. A small smirk appears out of the corner of his mouth. "What are you doing sweetheart?" he asks in playfulness and I hushed him by putting my finger on top of his surprisingly soft lips. I didn't realize that when did I start stroking his lips but when a warm feeling enveloped my wrist I was back in reality. I gasp at our closeness, I couldn't remember when did my body leaning forward into his.

I used to think romance novels were silly. I mean you would agree with me that some things in romance novels don’t make sense. For example, whenever the main characters kissed the sensation of the kiss was described as an electric feeling and I always wondered why a kiss would feel like electric pulses in my veins and who wanted to feel shocked by electricity while they kissed? But right now I’m beginning to think that maybe I have been kissing the wrong people.

He asked me, propping himself up on his hand. “Yeah, much better,” I whispered, not wanting to break this moment between us. Placing another of those soft kisses he sat up and said, “I’m going to change.” . . A Gupta . Have you checked out my other books? If you're new, do check out my books. They all are completed and are dark romance with twisted heroes that will make you hate them but by the end of the book you'll fall for them still!! You can start with, Bride To Be and Saved By The Devil.

In Argentina, the love between Emiliano Romero, and Maria De La Cruz, bloomed like the September equinox. They finished their weekend, full of energy, and many revolutionized hormones. She was in love with his intelligence, when they talked about medicine she loved to listen to him, she was impressed by so much knowledge. He was falling in love with the simplicity of her soul, her heart and her longing for history.

Just a feathery touch. "Never had I ever known that the colour of your blushing cheeks would make my heart flutter. The blond and brown locks of yours would pull at the strings of my heart. Just your beautiful smile would make me rock hard. I never even realised when I fucking became weak on my knees for you, Eleanor." His silver eyes shone with such passion of love that the wind itself blushed. Stars giggled. Moon smiled and the clouds danced. "You became the Queen of the damned kingdom of my heart. I promise to protect you with my life. My sweet, innocent Eleanor. I'll keep you mine forever." He rasped.

Time softened around the edges. Gradually, the laughter faded. The movement slowed. Damien pulled her close, forehead resting against hers, rain sliding between them. “You know,” he murmured, “this is better than any gym slow dance.” A pause, then a grin. “But you can still take me to prom, Miss Laurent.” Aria smiled. “Keep telling yourself that, von Adler.” Neither of them moved away. The kiss came gently, like a question neither needed answered — rain-cold and warm all at once, hesitant and then sure. When they finally pulled apart, Damien rested his forehead against hers, grinning like he’d just discovered something important.