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And as the night stretched on, wrapped in quiet promises and whispered laughter, they held each other and dreamt of the future—of tiny socks, midnight feedings, and love that just kept multiplying. Because some fires, once lit, only burn brighter with time. Love, after all, isn’t just what survives the fire. It’s what rises from the ashes with its hands open, ready to build again—and again. The End.......or is it, you can help decide Book 2 and the new adventures.......leave mee lots of comments on where we want to see Alli and Johnny.

“All of it.” Heat flooded my cheeks as I unclasped my bra, letting it fall. My panties slid down next, damp with proof of how badly I wanted this. Damon was on me in a second, pulling me against his chest, his mouth crashing onto mine. His tongue slid deep, greedy, tasting me like he owned me. His hand squeezed my ass, fingers sliding between my thighs, groaning when he felt how soaked I was. “She’s dripping,” he muttered against my lips. Sterling moved behind me, his presence like a shadow. His hands gripped my hips, grounding me, his voice low in my ear. “On the desk.”

Content Warning: The explicit scenes between Camille and Dante can be too dark-themed for some readers. *The events start on the same day as 'The Arranged Mate - Part 1' but with a parallel, standalone storyline. *****###***** "Squeeze!" Alpha Callum's deep, commanding voice made Camille sick to her stomach. "Eyes up. Chest up. Squeeze harder."

They pressed me against the tall windows overlooking the city, Elias fucking me from behind while Camille knelt in front and licked my clit. Each round was intense, passionate, and completely consuming. By the time the sun began to rise over the city, I was utterly destroyed, voice hoarse, body covered in marks from both of them, my pussy swollen and overflowing with Elias’s cum, my face and chest shiny with Camille’s juices. Elias and Camille pulled me into their arms on the velvet chaise, sandwiching me between their warm bodies. Camille kissed my forehead tenderly while Elias stroked my hair.

One hand stayed tangled in my hair, holding me exactly where he wanted, while the other slipped under my shirt, palm scorching a path up my bare back. His fingers dug into my skin, nails scraping lightly as he rocked his hips forward in a slow, teasing rhythm that made my knees buckle. A broken moan escaped me. Ethan drank it down, sucking on my tongue, biting my lower lip until it throbbed. The world narrowed to nothing but him—the taste of wine and forbidden desire, the hard press of his body, the low growls vibrating from his chest into mine. When he finally pulled back, only a fraction of an inch, both of us were breathing hard. His forehead rested against mine, eyes dark with lust and s

Pre-cum glistened like mercury in the moonlight. “Open.” She did. He guided himself past her lips, slow at first, letting her adjust to the chill of his flesh, the velvet hardness. Then deeper. Her throat relaxed under that silver stare; she took him to the root, nose brushing coarse dark hair that smelled of old books and iron. “Good girl,” he purred. “Now suck.” She hollowed her cheeks, tongue swirling, hands braced on powerful thighs. He groaned, low, reverent, fingers threading into her hair. Then he tilted her head back, exposing the long column of her throat.

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.

I’ve been dying without being able to send comments these past two days! [Wait, what happened? A bug?] [No, the book switched platforms. The old site shut down and the author rewrote the main storyline. It’s been re-uploaded on SmutReads!] “Smut… SmutReads?” My face drained of color. I couldn’t help blurting it out loud. The comments froze for a moment, then exploded. [Ha! I knew she could see us!] [Sweetie, you probably don’t know, right? The redemption arc got scrapped. It switched to a smut romance, and you’re the new female lead! The new storyline starts tonight.]

She nodded, her breath coming out in pants as she ground softly against my thick bulge. I gave her a dark smile. "You want me that bad, huh?" She nodded again. "Yeah. I want you." My dick was already throbbing by the time I set her on the mahogany desk, flinging the books and knick-knacks on the table to the ground. She lay bare against me, hazel eyes fluttered, legs wide inviting me in. Pleasure pulled low in my stomach, charging all the way down to my cock as I watched her soaked led lacy panties being brandished before me.