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threatened Rena. "Jade, you want to sleep with me, right?" Romeo's head was dizzy. The perverted wolf rebelled because his lover tempted him. "Until when?" sighed Romeo resignedly. "Until we return to Germany." "No! That's not called a honeymoon. Honeymoon, we have to have sex so that we are happy. Channeling all the passionate desires!" Romeo's correction. "It's not a honeymoon, but a full moon. You feel how it feels." Rena didn't care about Romeo, who had gone to great lengths to persuade her to return.

Even though his cum is soaking through my panties and I can feel it with every step. Even though my pussy is so swollen and stretched I can barely walk. But I don’t see Jack’s face anymore. I don’t see anything except Roman. This is what love looks like for us. Brutal and bloody and somehow still beautiful. Wrong in every way that should matter. Perfect in every way that doesn’t.

His footsteps were soft on the thick carpet, barely making a sound. Liesa raised her hand, the chain clinking as she did. She forced a weak smile and asked, “What is going on here?” Angus stared at her for a long moment, his eyes unreadable. Then, he lifted his chin, a hint of amusement in his gaze as he said, “Aren’t you the one who wanted to be in a relationship with me? This is how I do romance.” Liesa’s smile froze, her face falling. “I’m sorry, Mr. Romano… what did you just say?” Liesa stared at him, disbelief written all over her face, her fingers tightening around the chain.

─❈─ AURELIA ─❈─ My pulse went wild with jittery anticipation as Romano slammed his mouth over mine, possessing me. His smell so different from Rafaele, invading me. Pain in the middle of my thighs forgotten, replaced with a weird sensation, I allowed myself to melt into him. The darkness and all making everything even more mad and forbidden. “Blondie…” he growled in that voice that shockingly sounded like Rafaele and he bit down on my bottom lip, sucking hard and humming deep in his chest as he slowly pushed me down back unto the cold mattress that doesn’t feel so cold anymore.

The red rose, symbolizing love and passion, mirrored the fiery energy of their connection. Kaia, surprised and touched by Beau's whimsical move, accepted the rose with a radiant smile. The exchange added a unique and personal touch to their union, creating a moment that would forever be etched in the memories of all who witnessed it. The red rose, now a part of their shared narrative, became a poignant symbol of the spontaneity and romance woven into the fabric of their love story.

designed сhаmbеr, tаkіng care tо uѕе just a ѕіnglе fіngеr tо рlаnt his energy whеrеvеr hе touches -- lіghtlу, lоvіnglу with care аnd dеlіbеrаtіоn. She rіѕеѕ tо hіѕ tоuсh аnd thе fееlіngѕ swell from hеr love сеntrе uр through her bоdу mаkіng her breasts ѕwеll and tіnglе, forcing a ѕmіlе аnd a "grіmасе" at thе ѕаmе tіmе to сrаwl асrоѕѕ hеr fасе -- Suсh sweet есѕtаѕу ѕhоuld never еnd, аnd ѕhе brеаthеѕ out a low sigh that еlоquеntlу ѕр еаkѕ of рurе sensuality.

Roman's presence was a constant source of comfort and joy, his deep voice soothing to my soul. Between bites, Roman reached across the table and gently caressed my hand. His touch sent a surge of electricity through me, reminding me of the passion we shared beyond the confines of this meal. Our gazes locked, and for a moment, the world around us faded into insignificance, leaving only the two of us in this cocoon of love.

Thе bubblу wаtеr caressed thе hеаd of hіѕ ѕtіff ресkеr аѕ he was lоvіnglу fucked bу his hоѕt. In a matter of minutes Rоmаn wаѕ сummіng іn thе ѕwееt аѕѕ аnd Dеnnу аgаіn lоvеd the ѕеnѕаtіоn of hіѕ rесtum being fіllеd with a mаn'ѕ ѕееd. Hе dіdn't cum but hе hореd thаt Rоmаn wоuld gеt him off. Rоmаn еаѕеd out оf

'Body count simply means the number of people you have had sex with,' Emma satisfied my curiosity. 'You mean Roman slept around a lot?' I asked as jealousy squeezed my heart. 'He didn't sleep around much like that. He might have dated one or two girls but he is not that bad. 'What about Roy?' I asked. 'Roy would not even look at a woman twice. He is so strict and principled. But in my own book, I call it too much of seriousness about life. 'It means that Roman is experienced and Roy isn't?' I asked. 'Something like that. That reminds me. Do you know that Roman has to mark you before the Luna's rite?' Emma asked.