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Damon seemed to be literally forgetting the whole world as he looked at her, including every law he was breaking now. Damon studied the girl carefully, trying to remember every detail of her face. When she laughed, her eyes sparkled and lovely dimples appeared in her cheeks. The wind blew her long black hair, making look like a beautiful forest nymph and the Californian sun reflected wonderfully in those dark curls. Suddenly, a crazy thought appeared in his head - how much would he give if could at least brush her hair or skin with his fingertips, embrace this girl in his arms... At first, Damon wanted to get these thoughts out of his head as quickly as possible, but it was with great diffic

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I smiled, wallowing in those same fantasies that had only haunted me. For a year, since I turned 18, I had been daydreaming about the day we would meet our mate and how I would get struck by his manly pheromones, which would capture every part of my being and pull us towards each other. How he would hold my hands, stare into my eyes passionately, and tell me my suffering is over.

I could already feel the heat rising and they hadn’t even touched me yet, not really. “Please,” I pleaded as Darian undid my top button. He looked at me and the look in his eyes was full of such dark promise that I clenched my legs around him. “Let’s start with a kiss,” he said, a wicked smile on his face. “What a good idea,” Dragus said, and he leaned down and captured my lips with his. He kissed me ever so gently as I felt Darian tugging on my jeans. They slid off my legs and the chill in the air hit my now bare legs. I felt as Darian thumbed over my panties, knowing that he would find them already damp. He chuckled as I moaned into Dragus’ mouth.

My name is Emily, and I’ve always been the good girl. Straight A’s, captain of the debate team, the one who volunteers at the animal shelter on weekends. At 22, I’m in my final year of college, majoring in literature, dreaming of becoming a writer someday. But beneath that polished exterior, there’s a secret side of me—a side that craves the forbidden, the filthy, the kind of pleasure that makes your toes curl and your mind shatter. And it all revolves around him: Professor Adrian Black.

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Susy asked, suddenly animated, jumping up from the couch before taking the booklet from Jenny. “I came across it today at the antiquarian bookstore near the shop,” Jenny said enthusiastically. “Will you lend it to me once you’ve read it?” Susy asked. “You can take it today,” Jenny smiled. “I’m reading something else right now, so go ahead and take it. Just return it when you’re done.” “Thank you so much!” Susy said excitedly, and the girls hugged. Susy sat back down on the couch, Jenny grabbed a few crackers, and then she looked at the guys.

Maggie replied. Maggie gently laid the open book on the table before Tara. The large print almost jumped off the pages. The Gothic style lettering was clean and crisp. Tara slid her hand lightly over the pages and felt a warm vibration in her palms. Maggie gave a full bellied laugh when Tara jerked away with a startled look.

“You’re welcome, but for what?” “Everything.” That, along with the deeper kiss he pressed to her lips, was answer enough. ****** Author’s Notes I love futuristic, post-apocalyptic, and/or dystopian fiction. I wouldn’t want to live it, of course, but it’s fun to imagine how bad things could get, and how good people would function in the aftermath. In this book, I also explored a bit how harsh times make even good people do some questionable things. Can you forgive a good character if he (or she) does something morally ambiguous for the ones they love? I like complex characters and questions like that. I hope I gave a modicum of competency to exploring the idea.

It was as if I was in a wonderland. His fingers suddenly slide my thing apart. His cold fingers come in touch with my hot clit. My legs wobbled at his touch. In the process of doing that, he was planting kisses on my napes. He suddenly stopped kissing and dragged his finger to the center of my honeypot, rubbing gently on the entrance, I was fighting the urge to moan.