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— His Claws On My Neck (c) 2020 by zavieda COMPLETED Total word count: 150k Genre: Romantasy Subgenre: Werewolf, office romance This book contains adult scenes that may not be suitable for young audiences. Reader's discretion is highly advised. Grammatical errors are also incurred throughout the book, but it is constantly being proofread and revised. Readers' understanding is deeply appreciated.

While her tongue worked on my tip, her hands moved around my shaft. She suddenly let me out with a loud pop, flashed me a smile and then….. She took me in…All of my fucking inch. I was losing it. Especially at the wet, sloppy sounds that echoed around the room. “Yeah, just like that baby” The words barely made its way out of me. My eyes were shut in pleasure and my hand was guiding her head along in rhythmic bop. I was almost there. Suddenly, the door burst open. “What the fuck!!!” my roommate’s voice sliced through the air.

He's s her open up the side, trying to explain himself. Eva went home and cried so hard until she's asleep. So many things are running through her mind. She couldn't wrap her head around the idea that he was cheating on her. Feeling so much heartache, Eva went home and locked her door. Then she went straight to bed and cried even harder. After a while of crying, Eva loud knock outside her door. She stood up and opened only to Jack. "Eva—" but just slammed the door shut. "Eva! Open the door, please!" Jack begged. "If you will not open this, I will kick it open!" She stopped walking away from the door. Contemplating if Jack was serious. Then she decided to open it finally.

As we near the hired ride, Callum asks, “May I open your door for you, miss?” “You may, Callum,” I say, just as the driver looks like he’s going to get out of the car and do it for me. Sensing the same thing Ido, Callum wastes no time. He releases my hand, jogs over to the passenger side door and opens it. As if he took tips from the doorman, he bows. In a flourish, he holds out a hand and grabs my fingers. “May I see you to your seat, Miss Nora?” he asks, his mouth twisting into a lightly mischievous grin. A beautiful contrast to his noble-looking eyes

he ordered, as Eloise found her feet moving unwillingly, he walked into his room, slamming the door behind him, leaving Eloise outside, Eloise stood for a very long time, disappointed at how things had turned out between them, but she's not going to give up just yet, she'll keep apologizing till he forgives her. … Hello my lovely readers, hope you've been enjoying this book so far, feel free to drop your comments and thoughts about this book and don't forget to vote please. DO CHECK OR ADD OTHER BOOKS OF THE AUTHOR… *REVENGE ON THE MAFIA LORD *JUST ONE MONTH *THE FORBIDDEN ROMANCE YOU CAN ALSO CHECK MY I*******M PAGE, TO SEE THE APPEARANCE OF YOUR FAVORITE CHARACTERS,TO MAKE READING MORE FUN

Sophia tried to engage Ronan again, but he remained polite and distant, his hand occasionally brushing Willow’s lower back when no one was looking — a secret reminder. Later that night, back in his office after the gala, Ronan locked the door and pulled Willow against him. He kissed her with raw emotion — not just dominance, but love and reassurance. He stripped her slowly, worshipping every inch of her body with his mouth and hands, leaving fresh marks over the old ones. When he finally slid inside her, it was slow, deep, and passionate. He made love to her on his desk, staring into her eyes the entire time, whispering promises between every thrust.

BAD BOY The second I closed the door behind me, I was already hard as fuck. Damn. That woman was fire. Every time she opened her mouth to tell me no, every time she straightened her back and tried to act holy, it just made me want her more. The game wasn’t turning me off… it was turning me on. I could still see her sitting there on my couch, clutching that purse like it could protect her. Her thighs pressed tight together, her chest rising and falling like she was trying to breathe against a storm.

"You have a fire in your soul, Celess. A passion for life that I find... intoxicating. I wanted to share that with you." Celess felt her heart racing in her chest. She had always been drawn to danger, but this was different. This was the ultimate forbidden romance, and she didn't know if she was ready for it. But as she looked into Steve's dark eyes, she felt a sense of calm wash over her. She didn't know what the future held, but she knew that she wanted to spend it with him. Without a word, she stepped forward and wrapped her arms around Steve's neck, pressing her lips to his in a fierce, passionate kiss. As they kissed, she felt like she was finally home.

There was no wait for the elevator, but another couple was already in it, so Ryan and his Mom gave them a nod of greeting and stood silently beside each other until it got to their floor. “We’re not pretending anymore are we?” Ryan asked as they walked the remaining few yards to their door. He pulled the key out of his pocket and paused, waiting for her answer. “No,” Brandi said, “We’re not pretending.” The door opened and Mom and son stood framed in it, kissing passionately, their tongues flickering forward and back as their hands slid over each other’s bodies. When they broke this time it was Ryan who reached down for his Mom’s hand and led her into their room, closing the door behind him.

The moment the door clicked shut, the careful walls they had maintained shattered. He didn't give her a chance to speak, to think, to regret. He backed her against the door, his body caging hers, his hands framing her face as his mouth descended on hers. She melted into the kiss, her hands fisting in his shirt, pulling him closer. He nipped at her bottom lip, demanding entrance, and she opened for him with a moan. His tongue delved into her mouth, stroking against hers, claiming her, consuming her. One hand slid down her throat, feeling her pulse hammering beneath his touch. The other tangled in her hair, tilting her head to deepen the kiss. He licked into her mouth, drinking down her whimpe