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A steamy kitchen tryst ignites as Emily finds herself caught between the intense desires of Lucas and Jake. Their passion builds, leading to a breathless, synchronized coupling. The room echoes with their pleasure, and Emily's release is explosive. ************************************* The kitchen was a mess, but no one cared. Dishes piled in the sink, a half-empty bottle of wine sat on the counter, and the air was thick with the scent of desire. Emily leaned against the cool granite, her breath hitching as Lucas's hands slid up her thighs, fingers tracing the delicate lace of her panties.

Hot water cascaded over us, steam rising quickly around our bodies. The kiss deepened, growing more intense. I felt so small beneath him, his larger frame crowding me against the tiles as water sluiced down our skin. Every brush of his tongue sent sparks racing through me. Suddenly, he broke the kiss, breathing hard. His forehead rested against mine, eyes dark with lust. “Let me clean you up,” he whispered hotly against my ear, lips grazing the sensitive shell, “so you can ride me.” My cheeks and ears burned fiercely. I could only nod, body already responding to the promise in his words.

His warm mouth engulfs the head, and he takes me down inch by inch until the whole thing is buried inside him. We work our mouths in tandem, our tongues gliding over each other, our moans muffled by the hard cocks between our lips. We lick and slurp and suck like there’s no tomorrow, the wet sounds echoing through the steamy room. Our bodies are slick with sweat, and we slide against each other like two giant, slippery eels. I leak a constant stream of precum, which Diesel eagerly swallows. His Adam’s apple works overtime, and his stubbled chin glistens with my fluids. He must be loving the taste, judging by the way his cock is throbbing in my mouth.

His body drove into mine with each stroke while his balls pressed against me rhythmically. I pushed back to meet every thrust and savored the way he dominated the moment. The steam made the air heavy and hot around us. I reached one hand behind me to grip his thigh and encourage him further. Holland answered by sliding one hand around to cup my breast and roll the nipple between his fingers. The combination kept my arousal burning strong even after the first climax.

I’m combining all the books of this series in one. So going to change the tittle from ‘Forbidden Flames: My Best Friend’ to ‘Forbidden Flames: Steamy Series’ of this book. Forbidden Flames: My Stepbrother Stella I was a broken soul, and I never thought that I would be healed by my stepbrother. Alex My stepsister, whom I thought would hate her, but she became the one and only person whom I desire deeply. *** "No. Flower, you're not ugly. If you could see yourself through my eyes, you'd understand how beautiful and desirable you are." I hold her face in my hands again, pulling her closer.

Chapter 7: Rose: Sean helped move all my belongings into another room and brought food up to dine with me. I think he was trying to guard me without letting me know he was… it didn’t matter to me how independent i was any longer. I was grateful for his company and realized I still needed a strong man to help me. As I sipped my tea trying to calm my nerves before bed, I couldn’t help observing Sean from under my lashes. Tonight I suffered quite a fright, but it also woke something inside of me that I didn’t know was there…. lust. Not for the drunkard that tried to take what wasn’t his, but the act itself that something so hard looking could feel soft when pressed between my folds. Luckily he

WARNING: Erotica, Taboo (Step-sibling), Power Dynamics, Choking, Spanking, Anal Sex, Double Penetration (using fingers/toys), Strong Language, Graphic Sexual Content, Creampies. The air in the master bedroom felt different. It was heavier, scented with my father's expensive cologne and my stepmother's floral perfume. It felt like a temple to their marriage, which made the fact that I was dragging Jade toward the center of the California King mattress feel like a holy war. We had already spent the last two hours in the shower, but I wasn't done. I was never done with her.

My cunt was swollen, raw, and completely filled, the thick, white fluid slowly dripping out onto the dark wood. The woman looked up at me, a wicked, hungry smile touching her lips. Then, she leaned down and buried her face straight between my thighs, her flat tongue lapping heavily over my filled, hyper-sensitive center. The shock of her warm tongue hitting my hyper-sensitive flesh made my entire lower body jerk. I let out a loud, broken cry, my hips lifting completely off the desk as she swiped flat and heavy across my swollen opening. She didn't mind the mess at all; she drank it in, lapping up the thick, white fluid the Beta had left deep inside me, cleaning my skin with a fierce, hungry

I watch intently with my brows raised as he removes a sizable oil painting from its place on the wall, unveiling a hidden safe that had been seamlessly integrated into the structure. I pivot on my heel and survey the colossal collection of books that had escaped my memory until now. The tips of my fingers delicately graze the uppermost edges of the book spines as my eyes glide over the titles. My fingers hover over one book in particular. It's a book that is very improper in Alessandros’ collection. This book is a historical romance novel written by Sylvia Day. One of Roses’ all-time favourite authors. Curiosity gets the better of me and I start to slide the book out, “come here, tesoro.” I