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“And then I suppose we’d howl a bit at that moon.” I thought about it, then nodded, and stepped back. I could tell he didn’t want to let go, but he didn’t try to force me to stay in his arms. I reached around my body and peeled off my top, a casual gray thing I’d thrown on to be comfortable reading to the girls. I looked into his surprised face and then kicked off my shoes and reached for my jeans. “Well, what are you waiting for?” I demanded. “Strip and transform.” “Are you serious?”

She stood there, her breath shaky, fingers brushing nervously against her sides. “Strip,” he ordered. Her eyes widened, pulse thundering. “Right here? Now?” Right. No questions allowed. She clenched her jaw, fighting the sting of humiliation that mixed with a strange thrill crawling along her skin. The awareness of his eyes on her was heavy and warm. Slowly, her fingers went to the first button of her oversized shirt. Her hands shook, but she kept going, even as heat crept up her neck. She shut her eyes, trying to block out the embarrassment, trying to swallow down the vulnerability biting at her.

, he mumbled. Oh my God this is gonna be the hardest thing I've done in my life. I took off his shoes and socks first. Then I unbuttoned his shirt, my hands were shaking, I could feel him staring at me deeply. I took the shirt and singlet off. Revealing his heavenly sculpted body. I swallowed hard. I proceeded to his pants, I took them off leaving him only in his boxers, I tried not to stare but it was hard not to.

Her smile widens when she lets the rhythm of 'Familiar by Liam Payne' thump the baseline, and Bree starts moving her hips, swinging to the beats. She dipped low, her hands wrapped around her body, she twirled seductively and looked at him lazily. Her eyes hooded while she slowly unbuttoned her top. Bree smiled at him, biting her lower lip when she stepped between his legs and lower her chest teasing him the second her top was off and she offered him her bra-covered tits. The thought of doing this was millions of miles away, but there she was, moving erotically teasing the handsome man sitting still with his hands planted firmly above his knees while he calmly enjoys the strip show.

I tried to grind down, to take his fingers deeper, but he pulled his hand out completely from my shorts He lifted off my body, stood beside the bed, towering over me again “I want you naked now. Remove those shorts” His voice was all command, deep and manly, leaving no room for argument. I didn’t waste time. I hooked my thumbs in the waistband, slid the silky shorts down my hips and over my thighs “Good. Now open those legs wide. I want to see what is mine” What is his? The words echoed in my head. I didn’t complain though. I opened my legs wide, knees falling apart, exposing everything to him. His eyes roamed over my body slowly, then rested between my legs… just like they did in his house

He exhales, eyes fully awake. "Now, this is life," he grabs my ass, slapping it, and I giggle softly, starting to move my waist and hips. Our moans and groans fill the suite. A/N: Thank you for reading this book. I hope you enjoyed this chapter. If you want to learn more about my work, you can follow my I* book account, authorshunshine97, or my F* page, Author-Mercy Sunshine.

“Strip for me, Clara. Show me that body I own.” My hands trembled as I sat up, peeling the sundress over my head in one fluid motion. No bra, no panties—just me, bare and vulnerable under his gaze. My breasts heaved with each breath, nipples pebbled and aching. He drank me in, his eyes darkening. “Fuck, look at you. Marked up from last night, cum leaking from that greedy pussy. You’re a walking sin.”

Hey dear readers! After reading do leave your reviews to encourage me. Also try my other books; Bad boy Stole My Innocence- ongoing Queen of Assassins - completed Thank you! Your Author KK ~~~~~~~~ In the middle of a big room, Celestine laid silently on a Queen size bed all wrapped up in red sheets and duvet. Her big eyelashes trembled like butterfly wings and slightly her eyelids moved upwards. Celestine blinked and looked around the unfamiliar room which was more like a room filled with blood suffocating other people.

She was about to run out of breath as she looked at his suddenly approaching handsome face. She took a step back, with the glass window behind her, there was nowhere to retreat. "These books aren't mine!" She defended. "And whose are they?" "I don't know..." Jeff opened one of the books, only to see men and women naked and folded over each other. Every part of their bodies could be seen. Especially the man's penis, the picture was very harsh. "Don't you like that too?" "Yes, I just like it. What's wrong?" Kourtney decided to answer honestly.

I pushed it open and stepped inside. Victor Hale sat on the desk, drink in hand, sleeves rolled to his elbows. A small leather overnight bag rested on the corner of the desk. He turned when I entered, gray eyes sweeping over me with that same deliberate weight. “Close the door.” I obeyed. The lock clicked. “Strip for me.” My hands moved without hesitation. I stood before him completely bare, nipples hard, cunt already wet. Hale circled me slowly, fingers trailing across my bare skin… shoulder, spine, the curve of my ass. He stopped in front of me and cupped my chin.