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“The mate bond is a sacred gift from the Goddess, and to allow anyone but my mate to touch me is to spit in Goddess’s eye and cause unspeakable suffering to my love.” “But…”Carlotta started to interrupt, but as I held my hand up, a zipper closed over her mouth and then over the mouths of the others before they could start to protest. “Do not try my patience, hags. I may be young and untrained in the ways of magic, but I am Katrina D’Amore, Luna of Nebrodi, and Crone of Oscurità e Luce Coven. I will not have my decisions questioned by anyone.” I growled as Nina started to come forward, her anger not easy to keep in check.

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Half of his upper body was drenched with shimmering drops of rain which were still dripping down through his muscular chest. Damien stepped ahead slightly narrowing his red eyes out of curiosity as his pace continued towards the shadow under the tree. He had two options left to assume that either someone was injured or the rogue might be hiding here. His dark pupils shrank abruptly once it detected the sleeping beauty in the darkness. His breathing halted for a while as his heart skipped a beat all of a sudden. The appearance of this beauty could be widely compared with a mermaid who just had swum up from the depth of the ocean. Her delicate skin was so sleek and smooth that it was glimmerin

So she nicknamed her as Dama. Much of what she remembered was The Dama's admiration for nature, as it was all so beautiful and colorful that it sometimes irritated her. But she ignored it. She watched Dame harvest flowers, feeling the life of each one to esvaite in her hands. She loved to see the green wires coming through her fingers, feeding her body and making the magic flow. She loved to see the death of the most beautiful thing in the world, in her opinion. She saw all that, over and over and over again... But she couldn't get tired, it was beautiful, interesting and... something else she couldn't say.

I have a feeling I give too much away when it comes to Master D. When the woman's orgasm starts, Damian inserts the plug in her ass and Miss Screams A Lot lets loose. It's an irritating high-pitched cry, but I guess some men like it. Oh, Lydia, thy name is jealousy. I smile and at that moment, Damian looks straight into my eyes. His ignite and I return his gaze with answering flames before I can stop myself.

DAMIAN God, I couldn’t believe how fucking good Emma felt. Her tight little pussy was cocooned so firmly around my cock that if she wasn’t so incredibly wet, it would’ve been painful. But my god was she wet. When she rolled over to get on her hands and knees, I looked at my cock and saw it dripping with her juices and a small amount of blood from when I’d broken her hymen. I still couldn’t believe she was a virgin and that she’d chosen me to be her first.

Then he leaned closer, sliding her panties down with a gentle tug. The panties fell silently to the floor, making Lira’s body trembled. Then Damian spanked her again She moaned, a sound that was part of pain, and part of pleasure. "Turn around, baby," Damain said firmly. Then she leaned back, straightened, and turned to face him. Damian’s gaze lingered on the swell of her breasts, confirming what he had always known. His wife wasn’t just beautiful, she body was perfection. He teased her nipples lightly, making her gasp and arch closer. "Let’s go, baby," he murmured.

The door closed. Angry? Did I do anything wrong? Suddenly, I felt something in my right hand. I looked down. There was a dagger in my hand. Symbols began carving on the silver blade. And somehow, somewhere, I knew what they meant. “Marfóir Deamhan,” I whispered. The meaning came to me like a memory that was never mine. My voice cracked, as I translated the words. “Demon Slayer.”

(Holy shit. I collapsed against him, trembling, my thighs slick, my chest heaving. “You’re—insane.” He chuckled, withdrawing his fingers slowly, almost reverently, before slipping them into his mouth and tasting me. I gawked. “You did not just—” His smirk was lethal. “Deliziosa.” (Delicious.) Heat flamed my face. “You’re disgusting.” “You came twice in my hand, princess. Don’t pretend you didn’t love it.”

He grabs my throat, tears forming at my eyes as the pain electrifies my insides. Fuck that's how I lost my virginity. I moan at the pain his palm leaves, arising sweet pleasure in its wake. “Fuck. Such a desperate whore”