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Heat presses into me like a living thing, his low groan vibrating through my bones. I grip his hair, hips arching toward him, and my back lifts off the bed as waves of pleasure race through me, helpless to the way he devours me like he’s starving and I’m the only thing on the menu. “Tastes even better than I imagined,” he mutters against me, voice slick with sin. “You still want that fantasy, Hayley? You still want the boy you used to dream about to wreck you?” “Yes,” I pant, fingers tightening in his hair. “God, yes.”

The kind that’s not going to tell you she washed her hair because it was covered in cum. My mind drifted back to last night or this morning, since I didn’t come back till 4am. I felt a sharp thrill as a memory of me riding a cock while the others feasted on my body, flashed through my mind. A small smile crept across the corners of my mouth. I still felt sore from all the places I had been ravished. A fantasy well lived…so much better than what I had imagined. I bet you’re wondering, how did I end up in a room with a bunch of strangers, living out my fantasy?

Eventually, with my arms full, I found Nicholas still in the fantasy section. He was engrossed in a thick hardcover, his brow furrowed in concentration. “Find something good?” I asked, approaching him. “Possibly. But I think you might like this one.” He handed me a paperback with an image of a woman wielding a sword on the front. I read the title aloud. “‘The Lycan Chronicles.’ Hmm, never heard of it.” “It’s a fantasy series,” he explained, still flipping through his own book. “Great world-building, complex characters...” He glanced up and smirked. “Plus, it has some... steamy scenes.”

“You’re obsessed. This deal is all you talk about. My pussy, my body is just a tool for your power trip.” Before she could say more, a knock hit the door. Room service guy handed over a package. No name on it but Elena knew. She opened it on the bed. Inside: a signed first edition of her favorite author, the one she mentioned loving back in college but Damian never remembered. Next, a small bottle of rare perfume, the exact scent she wore on their first date years ago — spicy vanilla that always made her feel sexy. And a handwritten note on thick paper. “Elena. Last night you opened up. I listened. Wear this scent when you think of me stretching you. Come to my suite tonight. No rush. But yo

* *As your fingers trace along the edge of her panties, Stefanie gasps softly, her body shivering with anticipation. *Y/N's fingers dance across the damp fabric, relishing the sensation of Stefanie's slick arousal seeping through. The heat radiating from her core is almost palpable, sending tingles coursing through their own body.* *"You're so wet already," *Y/N whispers, voice husky with growing desire.* "Does the thought of having my cock inside you excite you that much?" *Unable to resist the temptation, Y/N slowly slides a finger underneath the elastic, brushing against Stefanie's sensitive flesh. Her sharp intake of breath and the way her thighs quiver in response only fuel Y/N's curios

Adrian plunged into my pussy with his thick cock while continuing to work his fingers in and out of me, keeping a relentless rhythm that left me trembling. “Ohh… fuck…” My breath hitched as both his cock and fingers moved together, their pace perfectly synchronized. The room echoed with ragged breathing and low groans. I could barely gather my thoughts as sensation overwhelmed every attempt to stay composed. Enzo pushed his cock into my mouth. The taste of his precum lingered on my tongue as I gagged around him, yet he continued thrusting steadily, never giving me the chance to recover. I grabbed Damien’s cock and felt it harden beneath my touch. Wrapping my fingers around him, I stroked slo

Their kiss was deep and urgent, tongues dancing as the steam enveloped them. Victor's hands explored her, one sliding down to part her thighs, fingers delving into her slick heat. "Always so ready for me," he growled, circling her clit with expert precision. Elena moaned, her hips rocking against his hand, the water sloshing with her movements. He inserted two fingers, then three, fucking her slowly while his mouth latched onto her neck, sucking hard enough to leave a mark she'd have to hide from Marcus. "Cum for me, Elena. Let me feel you tighten."

When I was done, I headed for my office, shutting the door behind me. Walking to my desk, my hands shook as I pulled the bottom drawer open. In it, several worn paperbacks of my secret stash were laid out. With titles like- CLAIMED BY THE PACK, BRED BY THE BEAST AND TAKEN WITHOUT MERCY. I grabbed Taken Without Mercy, the cover showcasing a naked curvy woman with a fucked out pussy, big tits and two guys by her side with huge mighty cocks. I slid onto my chair, the urge to resist failing me. It's being months and I told myself I'd stop, but the ache in me needed to be satisfied.

Then my eyes rested on him, green and piercing, resting on the wall with a glass dangling on the hand that was casually placed on his knee. I felt blood rush through my face at the heat that those gazes seared through me. The desire etched on those green irises wasn't mistaken. And the way his eyes crawled over every inch of my body as though he wanted to strip me. My heart started racing. Hell, I wanted him to. No, needed— "Hey, babe..." Damian, my boyfriend's voice sounded in my ears and I mentally cursed before glancing at him. Without wasting time, he wrapped his hand around me and captured my lips in a kiss that did nothing but bore frustration into my skin.

Genre: Explicit Steamy Fantasy Romance | Dragon Shifter | Dark Romance | Delayed Pleasure | Sex Toys Characters: Ziaanat: A headstrong, curious mortal woman with dragon blood she doesn’t know about. Tovian: The unhinged, brooding Dragon King, tormented by centuries of hunger, lust, and a prophecy that names Ziaanat as his only release. . .