His Three Alphas
The words jumped off the page—raw, filthy, so unapologetically explicit.
Oh gods, this isn't sweet romance. This is pure smut. Dirty, detailed, filthy smut.
I should've closed it right then. Put it down. But my eyes kept scanning hungrily, my breath coming shorter and faster.
Dorian's thrusts grew brutal and deep, claiming every inch of her possessively. "You're so fucking tight," he groaned loudly. "Milking my cock like you were made for it." Jean shattered around him suddenly, screaming his name as the pleasure crashed through her body hard.
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