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I turn the phone face down and pull the covers over my head. I don't know how it happened, but in some weird, exhausted way, I slowly dip into the realm of slumber. But it isn't a peaceful sleep. Rather, it's not a calm one. It's a sultry one. I find myself tossing and turning, my skin feeling too tight for my body. A heated sensation begins to crawl up my spine, spreading through my limbs like wildfire. I can feel *him* everywhere. The room feels like it’s about 300 degrees, the air thick and humid.

His kiss wasn’t tender this time. It was frantic, as though he was trying to erase everything in his mind except for the feeling of my lips, the taste of me. His hands roamed wildly, yanking at the lace of my lingerie like he couldn’t stand the sight of it anymore, like it was a barrier between us. “You make me lose control,” he muttered between kisses, his voice raw, full of that maddening need. “Every time I see you… I want to tear you apart, Sabrina. You have no idea what you do to me.”

I announced making my way to the zinc when he suddenly grabbed me from behind and whispered into my ears "how about I have you for breakfast" I said and that totally turns me on then I turned my face to him "I guess that's gonna be a spicy breakfast" I answered in the most sexiest tone and before I knew it he lifted me up on the kitchen slab while I gave out a whoa. we kissed as he roamed his hands on my body

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my voice hoarse from screaming. “Liam….Daddy……hmmmm…I’m gonna…..ahh….” “Do it. Milk my cock. Squirt all over Daddy’s Christmas lights.” I explode, pussy clamping like a vice, squirting so hard it splaIs the floor, the desk, his thighs. The lights short-circuit with a pop, sparks flying. He roars, slamming deep, pumping the condom full of thick, hot ropes. I feel every pulse, every throb, until we’re both shaking.

she whispered. “The worst,” he agreed, leaning in. “But I’ve wanted you for too long.” Her fingers curled against his shirt. “Then don’t stop.” He didn’t. And she didn’t. What started as a shaky kiss spiraled fast — too fast — into something fierce, hungry, overwhelming. Clothes fell away, breaths tangled, and every boundary they’d tried to build snapped clean under the weight of everything they’d been holding back. They weren’t careful, or reasonable, or calm.

“It’s so much… feels good.” “You’re doing perfect,” Cas praised, kissing my neck. “Such a good girl for us.” Damien slowed, holding me still. “You ready for both of us, baby? Double stuffed?” I nodded frantically, beyond words. Cas positioned behind me. Damien held my cheeks spread as Cas pushed in slowly—inch by thick inch into my ass. The burn melted into pleasure. “Fuck!” I cried out, full in a way I’d never been. “You’re both so deep.”

Again, this is book one in the series The Blessed Ones. If you’re a fan of spicy romances with alpha males and basically anything Mafia-related, go for PRECARIOUS: THE GAME OF HEARTS, which is the first in the Castello Di Carte Mafia Chronicles. This would be my best work and I’m currently working on publishing this book digitally by the end of next year. Fingers crossed. I’m currently writing book 2 of the series and let me warn you, this series is super hot and suspenseful. Anyway, if you want to keep updated with my works, you can follow me on I* at author_shreyasengupta .

His tongue invades my mouth, and I melt against him, my body singing under his touch. The bond between us roars to life, an inferno of need, and I feel him, his desire, his fury, his terrifying, all-consuming love. Then A hand fists in my hair. Dominic wrenches me back, breaking the kiss. Adrian snarls, but Dominic ignores him, his gaze locked onto mine. He whispers in my ear "You don’t just belong to him, little wolf." His free hand slides down my chest, his fingers brushing the lightning mark. The contact sends a jolt through me, my nipples tightening painfully. "You belong to me too."

Mirabel’s voice shook as she tried to continue reading, her fingers gripping the divorce papers so tightly the edges crumpled. “‘Section 8… regarding spousal support… the petitioner… demands...’” Riven growled against her ass, his tongue plunging deeper into her tight hole. He ate her with filthy, greedy strokes, long licks, wet circles, and possessive sucks that made her knees buckle. His strong hands kept her cheeks spread wide, completely exposing her as he devoured her most private place.