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WARNING: Dark Romance, Dubious Consent (Drugging/Somnophilia), Supernatural/Beast Content, Choking, Spanking, Breeding, Marking/Biting, Breaking and Entering, Strong Language, Graphic Sexual Content, Creampies, All Holes Used. The morning of the third day was different. The air in our cottage was thick with a tension I couldn't quite soothe with honeyed words. Lyra sat at the small kitchen table, her hands trembling as she held her mug. She didn't look at me. She looked at the bruises on her wrists-pale yellow rings that I had licked and kissed just hours ago.

Chapter 1 The living room is dim, the only light coming from the flickering glow of the TV casting long shadows across the walls. The scent of sweat and sex still clings to the air, thick and musky, mixing with the faint vanilla of Lila’s perfume. She’s sprawled across my lap, her back arched, her nails digging into my thighs as I drive into her from behind. The couch creaks under us, the leather sticking to my skin every time I pull back before slamming home again.

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Ria` I watched, mesmerized, as Diane sunk down, her pussy wetly accepting the thick, sculpted head. Her petite body seemed to welcome the intrusion as she arched her back and slid down Jamey’s cock till it was fully inside her. A little moan escaped my lips as I watched her ride Jamey, her body rocking on top of his in a slow, steady pace as if she was savoring the feeling of having him inside her. The way her eyes rolled to the back of her head told me everything I needed to know.

She could hear her heartbeat so loudly that she thought it might burst out of her chest. Slowly, her eyes fluttered shut as everything else faded. The only thing she could feel was him -his breath on her skin, the way his heart was racing, almost as fast as hers, the way his hand slipped down her back, and how the hairs on her arms stood on end at his touch. He smelled like Cardamom and Lavender. Intoxicating, that she just wanted to let him to anything he wanted to her. She wanted to push him away. She really did. But her body wouldn’t listen, instead of pushing him away, she found her lips parting on their own and leaning into him.

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Sam was pretty good at it and at the urging of his then girlfriend Stacey, had submitted some of his books to an eeotic story site named Erotic dom where under the pen name Dirtyfantasies, and had gotten some good reviews. Most of his stories were about older women with guys his age and Miss Linda had been the inspiration for many of them. Most of his female leads had the same long dark hair, big brown eyes and perfect full lips as his favorite teacher. Yes Miss Linda had been the nasty little cougar in his mind and in print many times over the last few months. Shit, he had even joined her writing discussion group. While the other half dozen students sat and discussed their stories and other

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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.

“The weather's supposed to be nice.” “I don't know,” Ocean said, leaning back against Jonas' chest. “I'm pretty comfortable right here.” She wiggled and Jonas' jaw tightened. Ocean reached for another piece of pancake, chewed as her hand drifted down to rest on his. She laced her fingers through his and squeezed. Jonas bit the inside of his cheek, but he didn't pull away because he didn't want to. “We can all stay indoors, then. I have two romance books I got from the store,” May said before she focused on her newspaper. “Remind me to give you one, okay?”