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Every nerve in my body hums like it’s about to ignite. And in that moment, I realize: this isn’t about hot chocolate. It’s about him. Don’t even start, my dick warns. I shake it off, taking a careful sip of my drink, forcing myself not to mimic Bennett’s slow, indulgent motion. The chocolate is thick, hot, bittersweet melting over my tongue and setting off sparks in parts of my brain usually reserved for far less innocent stimuli. Staying quiet as it slides down my throat is harder than I thought.

she said fully covered in chocolate, and then advance her steps towards my direction. She clear the table and sat on it and have me an erotic view of her body. I pull her hands and her breast hung low and she looked at me with lust. I touched her lips and made a pout of it. I touched her pussy and gathered chocolate from it, she deeply thrust the chocolate inside him. I scooped some chocolate and spread it on her lips. "What do you want to taste first alpha," she asked me and spread her legs for me, and wetness released from it.

His hands moved roughly over me, feverishly tugging at my taut nipples that were ready and waiting for his hands. One same calloused large hand slid further down, without his raising his head from my wanton mouth. His probing hand slipped lower down, I rose on tiptoe to reach him, parting my legs just so, uncaring of my rounded stomach coming in between us. Allowing him to thrust his fingers into my soaking wet pussy. He groaned against my cheek, a rumble of laughter in his chest, as he rubbed his stubbly jaw against my face, 'Ummm...Little girl, you taste of chocolate.

My knees shook as I tried to sit with my legs pressed tightly together, squeezing my core. I felt uncomfortable—not only because of his stare, but down there. My pussy… it was throbbing. Wet. Clit hurting, burning like fire. Then I heard him chuckle darkly. “They’re aphrodisiac chocolates, sweetheart.” he said finally. My jaw dropped, the piece of chocolate slipping from my fingers to the floor. He walked closer, shoes clicking against the marble. “Considering how you taught my daughter to rebel against me…” His voice dipped lower. “You’re surprisingly inexperienced yourself.”

That got my eyes slowly dimming at his touch with my body moving to his rhythm. His finger came down to my shirt, slowly unbuttoning them one at a time. "Don't you have a meeting to attend to?" I asked, gradually drifting into his charm. When he unhooked the fourth button, i felt his hand going under my top, reaching for my right boob. His hand came around it, giving a gentle squeeze, causing my body to sway at his touch. "The meeting can wait." His lips came down on my neck with kisses, trailing my skin with his tempting and Icy touch.

There's a small note on the book and I reach for it suspiciously. "Your evening is going pretty badly. You might need a hot chocolate and an even hotter bath. Edna". Like an afterthought, there's a smaller scrawl at the bottom of the note. "P.S….the chocolate is not poisoned, I promise". Of course, she must have been told about the poisoning incident. This is so random, especially from her. But she's right. Maybe this will make me feel better. I take off my clothes and dip, exhaling in relief as the water heats up my skin. I glance at the hot chocolate, a small part of me still indecisive. But I'll take my chances this one time. It's a delicious drink and as I sit recline into the tub and re

When his fingers dipped into my underwear, I grit my teeth. “You’re so wet, Nova,” he said softly, lips and nose pressed into my neck. Damian was the one touching me, but he sounded just as affected as I was. His finger slipped past my clit, finding my hole where he spread my arousal around. I peered down, seeing his tattooed hand disappearing into my lacy underwear. I smirked—I liked how that looked. The tip of his finger dipped into my hole, feeling me just for a second and I heard him groan.

His hands stayed at his sides, but his eyes burned into me like touch. I lifted his hand and placed it on my waist. He exhaled, slow and controlled. “I don’t mix business with pleasure,” I whispered. He leaned down, his mouth at my ear. “Good thing I’m not here for pleasure.” Then he let his hand slide away. The ache inside me throbbed like a fresh bruise. I stepped back, cheeks flushed, arousal soaking the inside of my thighs. I returned to the painting, the air charged now with something molten.

“How do you feel after these?” I fidgeted. “A little uncomfortable.” His smile deepened. “That would be the aphrodisiac in the chocolate.” Then he sucked it into his mouth and swallowed it. My mouth dropped open. “Why are you doing this? I thought you said you wouldn’t touch me until after the divorce.” “Who said anything about touching you?” he said, his voice dipping low. “I can look at you, Sansa, and you can get all the pleasure you ever wanted.”

"You cannot ask about prison visits while the ganache is setting! The chocolate will sense the negative energy and seize!" His tone sounded unpleasant."The chocolate will... sense negative energy?" "Chocolate is temperamental," Sophie explained with the patient tone of someone educating a particularly slow child. "Like a beautiful woman or a fine wine or a Swiss bank account. It must be treated with respect and proper timing, or it will punish you for your insolence." Alexander giggled, the sound bright and musical in the sugar-scented air. "Sophie says chocolate has feelings!" "All food has feelings, mon petit," Sophie said seriously. "This is why American cuisine is so tragically bland. Yo