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I frantically tried to search his deep ocean blue eyes for help, but the eyes that were staring back at me were not his. The eyes that glared back at me were as black as the night's sky, and seeing those jet-black pools sparked something deep inside my brain. Visions of the morning’s nightmare quickly flooded my mind and took over every sense that I had. I couldn't see, couldn't hear, couldn't speak, as it silently dragged me back into its deadly grasp. *** Tristan Cole Freya lifted her head up and I guessed that she wanted me to kiss her. Damn, I could do so much more to her right now. She smelled amazing, and I could hear her heart racing, every time my fingers or lips caressed her skin.

“It’s terrifying. And hot. Mostly terrifying. But still… girl.” I flop onto the bed. “What do I do?” “Depends,” she says, climbing onto the bed beside me. “Do you want to survive this semester without getting blacklisted from every billionaire-owned estate in town—or do you want to play with fire and possibly burn your life down in the most delicious way?” I groan. “I hate your metaphors.” She nudges me. “Zara, look. He’s obsessed. He doesn’t text maids. He doesn’t look at maids. But you? He’s texting you during class like some pissed-off ex.”

Ivan and I then enter our room. As soon as the lights come on he grabs me, kissing me passionately. He kisses me on my soft wet lips, enjoying the taste of my cherry lip-balm. He’s now completely possessed with lust, which takes me back at first. He pushes me further towards the bed and runs his tongue along the arch of my neck and down towards my breasts. With his manly, strong hands—the same hands he uses to save lives every day—he caress every inch of my body. He runs his fingers up and down the length of my back, right down to my ass—squeezing my cheeks with frenzied passion. Like a powerful beast he hoists me up, allowing me to wrap my long silky smooth legs around his torso. He then be

I am as exciting and predictable as a loaf of sliced white bread. Anyway, back to my story. The traffic started moving, and off he went, leaving behind the lingering scent of tobacco. At work, I had trouble concentrating, and spent most of the day creating racy vignettes in my head with us as the feature characters. Let's be honest; I have a very vivid imagination. The closest I've been to a hot steamy encounter is courtesy of the pages of my endless supply of paperback romance novels. I'm not the kind of girl that attracts hot, sexy men. In fact, I've been called an ice queen by more than one guy. But when I'm in the middle of one of my books, I am sensual, daring, sarcastically humorous, a

And little rascal is not here to disturb us. "Quit the stares"Vida said "Well I can't help it.You are exceptionally sexy tonight"I replied and she joined me on the bed I drew her close to me and I kissed her.I made her sit on my lap as we kissed. VIDA He pulled me close to him and we kissed.I was on his laps right now and the kiss was rough and hunger filled and I tried to keep up with him as he explored my mouth.He loosed the lingerie I had on leaving me naked .I ran my hands to his bare back and his hand cupped my breast as he trailed kisses down to in between my breast.He massaged my breast gently as I moaned.

She leaned in, taking him into her mouth, the taste of them mingled on her tongue, salty, musky, intoxicating. He groaned, low and primal, his hips bucking slightly as she worked him with her lips and tongue, her hands steadying on his thighs. It was messy, her movements driven by the same twisted desire that had brought them here. He tightened his hold on her hair, dictating the pace, pushing deeper until tears pricked her eyes, but she didn't pull away. This was their dance, dark, unforgiving, a romance forged in shadows and secrets.

she murmured, her voice barely a whisper. She moved her hand faster, her fingers sliding easily through her own juices. She wanted to feel the friction, the burn, the intense pleasure that the writer had described. She imagined the stranger from the bar, his grip on her waist, his body pressed against hers. She thought about the alleyway, the brick wall, the raw, unprotected feeling of being taken.

Both of them were spent. "Heh, yes I do," Neil groaned, starting to feel pretty tired himself and finally rolled off. Cass looked down at her destroyed body. Neil's thick cum slithered out of her pussy still. Some even landed on her thighs and on her firm stomach. She knew it shouldn't have happened again, but Neil fucked her so good, she had no way out. She had to let him cum inside her. No breed her. She had come to love that word, as it brought to her fantasy so much taboo baggage it was almost as if she could taste it. Looking down, Neil truly had made a mess out of her, but she was too tired to do anything about it just yet.

ADRIAN I ran my hand through my hair shakily the instant I heard the door close behind me. I exhaled slowly as I dropped back down on my chair, my chest loosening a little with the action. I was so sick. So sick and tired of him showing up and ruining everything. Why couldn’t he leave me alone? Why did he have to make everything difficult? Another knock sounded on my door, jarring me out of my thoughts. I turned to the door with wide eyes, scared that Lucas had come back to ruin my life more than he’s already done. To make my life even more miserable.

The taste was bitter and salty, but she swallowed what landed in her mouth, then licked her lips clean. He helped her up after, his hands gentle now. They both breathed heavily in the quiet office. The only sounds were their breathing and the distant noise of students outside the building. Sara’s legs felt shaky. Her pussy still tingled from the two orgasms. She could taste him on her tongue and feel the mess between her thighs. Professor Kane pulled her close for one more kiss, slower this time, almost tender. “We can’t do this again,” he said quietly against her lips, but his hands were still on her waist.