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~YVONNE~ Steven’s lips curled into a slow smirk, his eyes dark with lust. “Naughty girl.” I wrapped my hand around his softening cock, lifting it to my lips for a slow, teasing kiss. “I’m your naughty girl,” I whispered, keeping my eyes locked on Steven’s. “Yes, you are,” Steven growled, his cock twitching as a fresh bead of precum gathered at the tip. He tightened his grip on my neck, making me gasp, and crushed his mouth to mine, tasting himself on my tongue.

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Paige Colin’s words scared me. I felt like he was planning to run from me, much like I’ve been doing to him. I was sure that he would leave my room and go back to his girls in Aurora Flame. I heard stories about Aurora Flame girls. The Alpha gets his pick of them. Most of those stories were probably about his father, Charles. Colin tosses me on my bed and climbs in to wrap his arms around my waist, pulling me closer. His touch sends shockwaves through my skin. What the hell is wrong with me? My body craves his. Why am I keeping myself at arm's length? I know Colin isn’t Cory. Cory’s touch didn’t even turn me on, which is why we did nothing more than fool around. Colin only has to look at me

The library’s floor is polished, and it has a granite fireplace and a comfortable, well-worn sitting arrangement. I heave a sigh, relieved that Ms. Lennie isn’t around to reprimand me. I’ve always loved reading and collecting romance books at home, so seeing these shelves just makes my heart soar. I start my journey inside, searching for cookbooks. Instead, I stumble upon a book placed in a glass cage in the middle of the classics section. I lean forward, touching the glass as I try to read the title. It’s Macbeth and Hamlet by William Shakespeare. The air instantly abandons my lungs when I catch sight of the leather-bound cover. It’s very old but still stunning.

Eleanor looked away and once the man was in water she heard the girls squealing loudly. "Fuck! It's sir fucking Leon! Fuck me!" It was Josephine and Eleanor face morphed into a horrified frown as she glared at Josephine for her vulgar language before following her gaze and Eleanor's breath hitch when she saw the wet Leon half in water as he combed his hairs back. The muscles of his biceps and triceps flexing and his six abs were another story but not to mention that prominent v line. Eleanor felt her face going red. Yes, she knows about male body cause she has read many romance novels which are not 18+. So she just knows the anatomy.

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His hands roamed your body, mapping every curve, committing every detail to memory. *Suddenly impatient, he spun you around, pressing your front against the cold wall of the locker room. His lips trailed down the column of your neck, teeth scraping lightly over your pulse point.* "Mine," *he growled against your skin, his hands sliding under your shirt, caressing the smooth expanse of your stomach.* "Say it. Say you're mine." *A gasp escapes your lips as Mr. Dante pins you against the wall, his strong hands exploring your body with bold confidence. Every touch leaves trails of fire in its wake, igniting sensations you've never known before.*

Cool kitchen air hit my bare breasts, my nipples pebbling instantly under their heated gazes. "Jesus, look at you,” Cole groaned, voice thick with approval, his tattooed arm flexing as he reached out, rolling one peak between thumb and forefinger until I hissed. Mr. Harlan waste a second. He dipped his head and took the other into his mouth with the same deliberate hunger he'd shown kissing me. The wet heat made me gasp, my body shuddering as pleasure shot straight to my clit. I arched into their touches, trapped between them, my body on fire.