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She pushed me back onto the sofa, her hands inching toward the waistband of my jeans. Still locked in a passionate kiss, my hand ventured beneath her shirt, while my foot urged her legs apart. Her shallow breaths resonated in my ears, laced with need and desire. I could feel my cock throbbing against her thigh, aching for her touch. The earlier phone call had soured my mood, but the sight of her rekindled my spirits instantly.

Most ladies love romance novels, don't they? Hmmm.... I can't speak for them, but I'm definitely among the ladies who love romance novels, especially the ones that end with, "and they all live happily ever after." Isn't that so childish?. Damain asked, rolling his eyes. No it's not, there is nothing more interesting than reading a novel with a beautiful ending. I said smiling. "But you just have to admit it's childish. No it's not. "It is." No it's not. "It is."

— 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.

I take a sip of my cocktail and savor the light pink liquid between my lips, enjoying the bitterness of vodka mixed in with the sugar sweetness of strawberry flavored cream. Feeling depressed and hating everything about love, I take another sip of my drink. This one’s larger, but I still savor it. Roll it around my tongue before swallowing. “Great idea, Nora,” I whisper to myself, staring down into the milky, soft ice, “go to the bar of one of the most sought-after romance destinations in the state to get away from romance!” I mock myself, resting my chin in my hand. “My mother was right. Getawting older doesn’t make you smarter. Using your brain does.”

Adrian plunged into my pussy with his thick cock while continuing to work his fingers in and out of me, keeping a relentless rhythm that left me trembling. “Ohh… fuck…” My breath hitched as both his cock and fingers moved together, their pace perfectly synchronized. The room echoed with ragged breathing and low groans. I could barely gather my thoughts as sensation overwhelmed every attempt to stay composed. Enzo pushed his cock into my mouth. The taste of his precum lingered on my tongue as I gagged around him, yet he continued thrusting steadily, never giving me the chance to recover. I grabbed Damien’s cock and felt it harden beneath my touch. Wrapping my fingers around him, I stroked slo

Bridget laughed evilly, clearly enjoying what was happening to her poor friend. "I bet she'd have kiss marks all over," Ivy added more to the naughty discussion. Ivy and Bridget giggled at the thought, they really had the wildest imagination of all. This was probably due to the fact that these two were both fans of Love Love Me: Intense Romance, a popular novel site where handsome, possessive characters usually had a deep and intense love for their beloved and caged them with their undying love for the other through intense physical activities. Definitely, they were intended for adult audiences. "I'm just worried they'd fight because of us," Dianne, the most rational among the group, looked

“Your apartment. Now.” They barely made it out of the building without getting caught. The drive to Marcus’s off-campus apartment felt endless, hands roaming over each other the whole way. By the time they stumbled through his front door, they were tearing at each other’s clothes with frantic need. Marcus kicked the door shut and pushed her against the wall. His mouth claimed hers hungrily, tongue hot and demanding, while his strong hands roamed over her curves. Elena kissed him back just as fiercely, fingers pulling desperately at his shirt. “I need you so fucking bad right now,” she breathed against his lips.

"I'm not twelve, Dad. I'm fucking twenty-three." "Language, young lady." Julian's voice had returned to normal. "And you're still twenty-two, not yet twenty three," he said so casually. Maribel pushed the plate away. She turned to Tessa and said. "You know what? I'm done with this." She stormed out of the dining table, her feet slapping aggressively against the tiles. Tessa sighed, unsure what to do as her eyes rested on a very relaxed Julian, who was eating his food as if he had no care in the world.

He hadn’t even done anything major yet, but my breath was already coming in shallow, desperate gasps. With one final, perfect rub on my clit, I came hard. My body slumped forward, weight pressing heavily against him as my arms wrapped tightly around his neck. I kissed him again, trying to steal back some semblance of control, but he easily took over, dominating the kiss with that same superiority that came from being so much older than me.

"You like mysteries?" "Sometimes." "Better than romance novels?" My face heated. Had he seen me looking at that shelf? Had he been watching? "Much better," I said firmly. "Romance novels are... unrealistic." Something flickered in his eyes. Amusement maybe. "Are they?" "Yes. All that instant attraction and forbidden desire and enemies becoming lovers. It doesn't work like that in real life." "Doesn't it?" The way he said it—the slight emphasis, the look in his eyes—made my stomach flip.