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"You think you're the one in control here?" Sloane didn't wait for an answer. She slid down the wall, dropping to her knees on the hard floor. She didn't care about the grit or the cold. She ripped Tatum’s shorts down, exposing the damp heat between her legs. Sloane dove in, her tongue lashing against Tatum’s clit with a fierce, rhythmic intensity.

he muttered, his gaze vacant. "Dust…" He smiled bitterly, tears sliding down his cheeks. He raised the bottle of liquor and drained it in one gulp. Then he groped for the pill bottle on the nightstand. Inside were small white pills. Lucian stared at the pills, then at the radiant smile of me on his phone. "Astraea…" His voice choked. "I'm sorry… my swan…"

Every cell in my body screamed with pleasure as I caught myself in a sensory overload. Kent could never come close to this. Harry looked like he could go on forever. “Engage! Hold it!” Harry commanded. My knees were failing me as my body wept with sweat. “Uh… Ahhh…. Yes…” Breathless moans escaped my lips. Harry unzipped his fly and pulled out his thing. A burning prickle clung to my skin, and my body went numb. We were at the gym, not some private club. The nerve of Harry!

Smiling sweetly, Juliet said, "Your room is now mine, Livie. Not only did they give me your room, but they even want to take me to South Point to see the penguins." "Congratulations. You've got what you wanted. The room isn't the only thing you're getting. From now on, everything over there is yours." Turning off my phone, I boarded the flight to Sandridge.

I also made an effort to listen to Madeline’s thoughts, putting myself in her shoes and trying to understand her perspective. Their lives began to improve, and they often shared stories about the friends they made at school. They became close companions as they learned from each other. Together, they succeeded in getting into prestigious universities. I watched them smile often and I quietly exhaled with relief. As I became more empathetic, I no longer blamed others for my suffering. Slowly, my business began to flourish. The soul swap was perhaps a gift from the heavens. It not only saved Madeline but also rescued me from becoming someone increasingly arrogant and self-centered.

“Okay, so there’s conversation.” He scribbles down the word conversation. “Brain power.” I smirk. He adds it to the list with a broad smile, he likes this game too. “Swoon factor.” He looks up with a frown. “Swoon factor? Is that a thing?” I widen my eyes. “Oh my God, yes. Swoon factor is the most important one.” He cocks a sarcastic brow in question. “Well, not the most important thing,” I add.

She was about to ask something when Sandra walked over with a bright, saccharine smile. "Noelle, what a coincidence!" Noelle remained silent, her face devoid of expression. But Seline, catching the subtle interplay between Sandra, Noelle, and Hendrix, couldn't help but piece together a potential dramatic backstory in her mind. "What are you doing here? And who is this?" Sandra ignored Noelle's silence and continued probing. "Hi, I'm Seline Swift," Seline interjected confidently, extending her hand. "Are you both here on holiday as well?"

“What’s a chosen mate? Same as a fated mate but its someone you chose rather than the one the moon goddess chooses” “So, you would have chosen me over your fated mate?” “Yes, you are the one I want to be with” Megan’s POV I was dancing with Jill and Victoria, I had already had a few drinks, so I had a good buzz going. Suddenly I got a whiff of something utterly divine. I turned around to see where it was coming from and spotted James watching us. I instantly knew where the smell was coming from and that was my mate. Without even realising I was doing it I started to run towards him and jumped into his arms. I buried my face in his neck and breathed in his scent. I felt like I was in heaven.

He blew onto the wet nipple. “God, Philip…” Troy’s eyes fluttered shut as his hand shot down to his tented boxers. “The library.” He squirmed. “I needed to…oh my god…” Troy almost shot off the dining table when exquisite warmth closed around his taut nipple. Whatever Philip was doing to that flesh was amazing. “Feels so good.”

and she frowned even more. She crossed her arms over her chest and then sighed, perhaps the longest deepest inhale I had ever heard from her. "That's the last straw, Des. If she still doesn't want your proposal then it's her loss!" she then got up and sauntered towards me. The swaying of her hips and sultry walks could fall any man on their knees, I should say. Guinevere was an ethereal beauty.