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I found myself utterly captivated, unable to resist this newfound pleasure. In this beautiful kiss, there was no room for roughness or cruelty. Instead, it was a testament to the power of tenderness and subtlety. It spoke volumes without the need for words. His hand started moving and slid down my neck caressing my throat sensuously, pushing aside the dress off my shoulders, and his fingers caressing the pale flesh he just revealed. Even though I could feel the fabric sliding away from my shoulder, even though I knew that the dress had slipped away to reveal my bosom, I could not stop him as if I was drugged where I could feel and understand everything but could not stop him.

Thea pressed on, bent on convincing him either with manipulation or seduction. Her gaze on him softened, clouding her eyes with sudden affection leering to the man opposite her with his figure towering above her. “You have to help me.” She whispered out softly, her palm moving up to touch him by his cheek, rubbing gently on it as she kept their gaze locked and further drawing him in into her beauty. The guy’s eyes weakened, leering over the female touching his cheek and wanting the warm palm to touch more places. He could not help the desire brewing at the depth of his heart, he was slowly falling into the seduction.

"Ahh! Okay, babe, okay! Oh sh*t! Do your best to devour me, ahhhh!" Declan couldn't figure out why he was irritated by the soft voice of the woman he was now in his cabin with. He's at the Exclusive resort, where you can have as much sex as you want, and damn! Declan admitted that he liked what he was doing to the woman whose name he couldn't recall. "Yes, baby. Yes! Yes! All right. Hard! Hard — ahhh," the woman says. He drew away from the girl and quickly unwrapped the condom that had been wrapped around him.

Everyone seemed excited, everyone except me. Then I saw him. Damian stood near the center of the room in a black tuxedo, he looked exactly like the man from the masquerade, only now there was no mask hiding him. Our eyes met for one brief second, I forgot every rule we had created. His gaze moved slowly over me, then he walked toward me. “You look beautiful.” My heart fluttered. “Thank you.” He held out his arm. “Ready?” I slipped my hand through his.“As ready as I’ll ever be.”

he tapped the space beside him, indicating for me to take a seat, and I complied without uttering a word. I prepared myself for what would come next, and wiped the welling tears in my eyes. "You are a woman, Scarlett, a young Miss. You should know how to seduce a man while stripping. You don't keep your face like that when you're trying to seduce someone. You're trying to change a man's opinion, to make his heart flutter at the sight of your body, so you'll put in your best. Forget about side distractions or embarrassment, it's only you and him. You don't conclude if he likes your body or not, let him make the decision himself. I don't even know if crying is part of your statics of seduction

I gasp softly, closing my eyes as his fingers continue to tease my skin. “Open your eyes, darling. I need your eyes on me.“ The gentle command in his low deep voice near my ear has me obeying him, and I slowly flutter my eyes open. His seductive teal orbs instantly drown me as they also pierce mercilessly into my hazel ones, causing racing shivers down my spine, my legs growing weaker and weaker. His voice was so quiet, but rough. So tormentous, yet so stubbornly determined. It takes me all my willpower not to surrender completely to his soft touch that is igniting a deep burn of pleasure inside me, but I can't deny both the twisting and fuzzy sensation I feel deep within my chest and down m

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Soft music from the hidden speakers echoed across the room but couldn’t hide the hushed whispers and excited giggles from the ladies seated in front. Today was the day. The beautiful bride walked up to the altar trembling with anticipation and determination and her father right beside her; this was the day she had been waiting for. Even as she was serious, she couldn’t help but take glances at the decor that Beverly had chosen. It was beautiful. As she let go of her father’s hand, Arya went up to the altar and stood in front of Ryker, her bridesmaids behind her.

My body betrays me and lets him in. I'm tasting him. It's delicious. That's the word I can use to describe his mouth. It's like we're both struggling to devour the other faster. Then I win, I think. I lower my back to the ground, knees on the floor and undo the rest of his belt. This will be great for Never Have I Ever. I'm sure by now my conscience is dead since it doesn't bother reminding me how wrong this is. I don't wait for revival, I steady one hand on his thigh, the other on the base of his cock then slowly wrap my lips around the head.

He was gentle but relentless in his skillful delivery, sending Troy deep into rapture with a steady rhythm that made his head spin and his body burn. “You’re so sweet.” Philip groaned as he thrust in and out of a moaning Troy. “I never want this to end.” His hip did a slow sexy undulation that brought a cry out of Troy. “Nothing sweeter in this world…” His mouth went to work on one of Troy’s ears, tracing the outer shell and sucking on the lobe. “You’re like heaven,” Philip whispered, his voice filled with emotion. “My heaven!” “Oh, Philip…” The tremor in Troy’s voice showed how much his mate’s words had affected him. “You’re mine too.”