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I managed, voice hoarse. Aunt Clara nodded and went back to the kitchen for snacks. The moment she was out of sight, Marcus leaned down and whispered hotly in my ear, “Good girl. Now finish that essay while my cum drips out of your pregnant pussy. We’re not done tonight.” I shivered, already feeling fresh heat building between my legs. Being secretly pregnant by my step-uncle had turned me into an addicted, dripping mess. And the risk only made me wetter. End of book 19

"Are you so serious about this, Amelia? You want me to treat you special?" "Forget about that. Forget that I even said that and I'll forget the fact that I'm building some deep feelings for you and also have wet dreams because of you." She said, shoving my hands away. Wet dreams? Is this...real? "Just permit me to always finger myself whenever I feel horny and I'll be grateful."

Which leaves me with way too much free time to sip endless cups of tea and drown in Erotic fictional universes. This morning, I’m hiding behind my latest obsession: a paranormal thriller where the heroine has both a death wish and a vampire problem. Every page is a rabbit hole I can’t crawl back out of. “One more chapter,” I mutter, sipping lukewarm Earl Grey. The sigh that follows could win an Olympic medal for dramatic despair. I’ve said one more chapter five times now. My cup is empty. My brain is buzzing. Meanwhile, Aivra’s mechanical voice chirps beside me, every syllable clipped and precise:

Her body flinched at my words, but another wave of shivers covered her arms. “Dirty little doll.” The more I talked, the more her nipples were standing at attention, the more her breathing was getting heavier, the more her hands were gripping the fabric they were tied with. My fingers traced her leg. “I bet you are one of the people who like reading p**n books in public. ” I moved to her other leg, gripping her ankle. “I bet you keep a straight face while your panties are getting soaked.

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When was the last time you ate? Me: Uh… Dane: Seriously? Me: I have a bad memory. Dane: My palm is twitching. Me: Sir! Dane: Yes? Me: Are you saying you want to… Dane: Spank you? Yes. One hundred percent. I squealed quietly, as if he could hear me if I were too loud. Everything about Dane was intense. Even when he was joking, he was intense. I’m literally an abuse victim. What the hell is wrong with me? Why do I like this? Why do I want this? This should scare me, but it doesn’t. I’ve read enough dark romance books with werewolf daddies, mafia men, and Doms to know it isn’t scary. That it can be good if done with the right person. The image of Dane Wetness pooled between my legs.

I licked her shell, making her exhale sharply, and looked at her eyes as I said, “Come on, pretty girl, you don’t want to miss out, do you?” “Pretty girl?” “Yes, you’re a pretty girl with a cute girl-next-door blush on your cheeks. Let me ask again,” I repeated and said with a small smirk, “You don’t want your pretty cunt to miss out on me, do you?” You can know more about my book and bonus content through mahimistry d o t c o m <3 I G : authormahimistry

His wet kiss fell hot and fell heavily on her white neck. —— After joining the bookshelf, you can see the update prompts the first time, the little friends quickly join the bookshelf, so you don't have to stare all the time, it really can't hold your enthusiasm, what?

THEMES: Dark and Intense, Incubus- X- Human, Demon- X- Human, Filthy tone, Accidental demon summoning, Memory reading, Blackmail pre plot, Risky fuck, Public setting, Fucking in a Library, Aftercare, Revenge, Spell Gone Wrong, Spell circle, Trapped in a Spell circle rune.

A former lodger in the room? I picked up the book, happy that I had found something to do, and lay on the bed, flipping through it. It seemed like a normal college romance, but I quickly found out that it wasn't so. If anything, it was extremely spicy, and I glanced at the cover again, innocent, but its contents were not. I continued reading through, intrigued by the way the characters were portrayed and the more spicy scenes I read, the more strange I felt. Was I getting... Wet?