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THE END🥳❤️ THE END OF BURNING PASSION 🥳❤️ Thank you for reading and supporting this novel, if you enjoyed this erotic collection then it’s a must to read my second book “SINFUL DESIRES”, it can be found on any book platform and unlike this book, Sinful Desires are short short stories , so just sit back and enjoy a short blissful erotic stories THANK YOU AGAIN❤️!!

Heavy gasps fled my lips, and I shivered slightly when he stroked my entrance. The rhythm jarred through me, skin slapping against skin, the room thick with heat and the faint scent of sweat and linen. I could barely keep my eyes open. Darren’s voice made my heart flutter, and I could feel my juices pouring over his cock with the way he thrust smoothly. But I needed one more thing to make the feeling complete. “Look at me, baby,” I said softly, raising my hands to cup his cheek. “I need you to go faster and make me cum—‘’

I needed the two of them together. "Baby girl, are you alright?" he asked, getting on my side. Panic was written all over this face. I grabbed him as soon as he was near, and instantly, it eased me, but a stronger wave of pain stung me, making me want to climb him like a tree. Our eyes widened with realisation. "You're in heat, baby girl," he said darkly. ~ AUTHOR'S NOTE: Happy New Year my Lovely Readers, thank you for beginning with me and staying. Please drop your New Year Review on this book and don't forget to support. Love you all.

Elena jerked forward with a small cry. He spanked her again on the other cheek, harder. “You’ve been thinking about what I did to you, haven’t you?” he said, his voice rough. Elena didn’t answer. Another hard spank landed on her ass. “Answer me.” “Yes,” she whispered. Damien rubbed the spot he had just hit, then slid his hand between her legs. His fingers moved through her folds, and he let out a dark chuckle when he felt how wet she was. “Already soaked again,” he muttered. “Your body is getting addicted faster than I expected.”

I licked my lips, my breath coming faster as I shifted forward in the chair. “Because it’s exactly what I picture with you,” I told him, my words spilling out raw. “I sit in your lectures pretending to debate literature but really I’m imagining you calling me to your office, locking the door, and making me hike my skirt up like this. Then you slide your hand between my legs, feel how fucking wet I am for you, and tell me in that calm voice how sloppy my thoughts are while you pump two fingers deep into me. I’d clench around them, Dr. Black, moaning like a whore while you correct every filthy idea in my head.” His jaw clenched visibly, and he stepped even closer. One hand came down to rest on

HARPER Morning light slipped through the blinds and landed across my bare skin. I stirred in Damien's bed, sore in the best way, his marks blooming dark on my breasts and thighs. His fingers traced them slowly, possessive, like he was claiming every inch all over again. His morning wood pressed hot and heavy against my ass, twitching when I shifted back into him. "One more time before the storm hits, sis," he murmured against my neck, voice still rough from sleep. "Let me show you how much I love you already."

“Please… oh god, please….” “Come for me, baby,” he ordered, voice dark and filthy. “Soak my fingers again.” I shattered, crying out his name, walls clenching around him in hard, pulsing waves. He kept stroking, drawing it out until I was shaking, gasping, boneless against him. Only then did he ease his hand away. I felt him shift, rolling me gently onto my back, leaning over me, those storm-gray eyes burning, lips parted, chest heaving. His cock strained against his thermals, a wet spot darkening the fabric where he’d leaked for me.

He doesn't waste a second, positioning himself between my legs, gripping my hips to pull me closer. His eyes lock onto mine, dark with hunger, and then he thrusts forward. His cock slides into me, stretching my walls with a fullness that makes me scream. Inch by inch, he buries himself deep, filling me completely. I wrap my legs around his waist, nails digging into his shoulders as he starts to move.

The paper fell away, revealing an old leather-bound volume, its cover embossed with faded gold lettering in a language that looked like a mix of Latin and something far older. “Tah — Rituals of the Eternal Flame and Flesh.” A sex god. Not just any fertility deity — a lost god of desire, ecstasy, and carnal dominion. The dealer’s notes had been vague, but the title alone sent heat rushing through me. I opened the book carefully. The pages were thick vellum, illuminated with intricate drawings of a towering male figure with glowing eyes, surrounded by writhing bodies in states of rapturous abandon. As I turned the first page, a faint warmth spread through the room. The watching feeling returne

I couldn't help but look down at his pants, savoring the feeling of his erect cock on my skin, wanting it so bad inside me that nothing else mattered at the moment. For a moment, I was in awe of what I had become. This man kidnapped my mother and I, and is forcing me to become his sex slave, and instead of being repulsed by him and his very existence, I find myself wanting his touch. "Do you want it?" He leaned in, his fingers digging into my sides as he brought his face closer to my ear. He breathed down on my neck, his warm breath making my back arch in want. "Admit it Elena, you want me just as much as I want you. You're drawn to my darkness, you can't resist me." He mocked, whispering in