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He’s such a good instructor, a born Alpha. He pulls me in front of him, putting his hands on my hips. “You can do it,” he says softly as I begin to focus. When the first twister lights up, I hear everyone around us ohh and ahhh. “Focus, Eliane. You can do it,” Cal says, and I focus, wanting to make my dragon proud of me. I get the second twister lit and everyone around us begins to clap. “Hold them,” he says and very carefully, he adds his water, sliding it under the twister in Iniko’s hands and lifting it as if the twisters are standing on top of a wave. When he’s done, we have all four elements working together.

she replied with a hint of sadistic amusement. "Ah, yes, the fear of spiders," the man acknowledged with a chilling smile that could haunt one's nightmares. "This particular breed is known as Latrodectus mactans, commonly referred to as the black widow," he explained, referring to the spiders within the case. With calculated precision, he delicately placed one upon Mr. Woods's bare chest, having previously removed his shirt.

"Try me." Another beat of silence. Then: "Fine. Forty-five minutes." Lucy hid her surprise at his approval. She'd expected more of a fight. As she guided him through the exercises, maintaining professional distance despite the intimacy of helping him stretch and move, she noticed something. He was stronger than he should be. His range of motion was better than the charts indicated it should be. And when he thought she wasn't looking, she could swear she saw his left foot flex—just slightly, but definitely move.

The pace of his mouth was expeditious, just like any sports car in a race that was making it hard for me to breathe or keep up with his swiftness. He went lower, gathering my clothes in his hands, hiking them up to my waist, making me naked down to the waist with a red throng that was wet. He opened my thighs and settled himself in the middle of them, his hands tugged down my thong but stopped when they were near my ankle. When he was ready to dive into my pussy, that’s when I noticed the red mark in his hand that was gripping my waist.

Davis knelt next to her, his hand hovering uncertainly before he laid it softly on her shoulder. Quiet ly, he murmured, "This isn't over," determination shining in his eyes. "We'll handle this”.

Beth was right, she's letting me keep control. She tugs at the hem of my shirt and I nod, continuing to kiss her. She lifts my shirt and I bring my hands to her belt. I unzip her pants and her erection pokes free from it's restrain. I bring my hands to feel her throbbing member and she's bigger than I thought, bigger than Melanie. I can barely wrap my hand around her, I wonder how Beth is able to take her? She should have no problem handling Melanie.

His hands started to shake, and he felt a cold sweat run down his spine. He realized all the time Jane froze while he was touching her, wasn't because she secretly liked him. She’d been terrified. Terrified of him, terrified of memories he’d unknowingly dragged her back into, again and again. Whatever he did to her made her relive her past, just in a worse way. And today, with her father finding them, the whole incident came full circle—back to where it all started. The realization made him tremble as if his own self held a glass before him to show his monstrous twisted side. Adrian hardly recognized himself. His face looked pale, almost ghostly, as if all the color had drained from him. He

I can still picture the jade beads I used on him earlier, but the roles have reversed, and he's clearly enjoying it. He releases my wrists only to fist a hand in my hair, tugging my head back so he can sink his teeth into the side of my neck. The bite is firm, possessive, sending sparks straight down to where we are joined. His free hand slides beneath me, cupping and squeezing my breasts, pinching my nipples until they ache and I moan into the pile of fabric. “You liked torturing me,” he rasps, punctuating each word with a deliberate thrust. “Let’s see how long you last when I return the favor.”

He was attractive, well-off, and charismatic. As he parked his car in the parking lot, he ushered her in front of him taking a glance at her legs. He imagined how she would feel in his arms lying close to him. She was young and petite. He could groom her into the woman he wanted her to be. As they settled in at a far corner away from the drowning noise of the music, he quickly held her hands in his softly. She tried to pull her hands away but he held on to them with determination. He knew there was no rule as to where to start. He was just going to express how he feels holding nothing back in the hopes that she would yield to his request. Sandra, he started, I can't stop thinking about you s

Werewolves have this amazing ability to attract all the attention around them when they wanted it, and the older, more experienced ones could blend in like they were invisible if they needed to too. He took my hand and led me over to one of the few couches where we sat and talked for a while. The talking quickly turned into flirting and when he finished his beer, we went to the dance floor again. He definitely knew how to dance. He was sweet and irresistible. I never wanted to take my hands off of him. He was playing his cards right to take me home tonight and we both knew it.