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"How long do you have?" Shane asked quickly, when they had broken apart for air. "Two hours, maybe?"
"Fuck." He kissed Rozanov again, rough and needy.
God, he needed this. This horrible, fucked-up thing.

Hooking up for over 6 years is crazy. You gotta love it.

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Oh these boys are overly freaked out 🤏🏾🫦

Rising on his tiptoes, he sank his fingers into Angelo’s hips and plunged into him, unleashing all the anger and pain and fear.

And the love.

All the love he was so afraid to voice.

My shaylas 😣

“Sometimes it scares me how natural this is,” Gabe whispered. “How I don’t question the way I feel about you. I don’t think anyone else can make me feel like I’m fucking melting every time I look into their eyes. But you do.” He grabbed a fistful of Angelo’s hair and yanked his head back. “Every single time, you do.”

🥺🥺

They humped each other, cocks bumping, as they kissed, tongues gliding. Gabe inhaled Angelo’s hunger, taking it into his body and making it his. Need clawed at his spine, his cock aching, dripping, and he knew what he would give Angelo.
Something they both needed. Wanted.

💥💥

“Damn it, Gabe.” Pagan wrenched out of his hold and grabbed his shoulders. “Tell me what you want.”

“To kiss you.” The words tumbled from his lips, harsher than he intended. “Just once. To know what it’s like. What you taste like.” Pagan’s eyes darkened. “Maybe then I’ll be able to forget you.”

I love them so so much

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“I acknowledge you, Sparrow. I acknowledge your bravery, how fiercely you protect. I acknowledge your sacrifices for those you love, and the pain you’ve endured. I acknowledge your big heart, your sadness, your loneliness, your strength, and your fears. I see you, Sparrow,” I said quietly, “and I’ll always acknowledge you.”

"Because it's a natural phenomenon that can't be experienced everywhere, yet it's literally taking place right here, all around you. Because it's beautiful, and life can be cruel sometimes. You have to grab beauty wherever you can find it."

“We both loved you.”

This story is gonna break me huh

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Not my favorite tropes. A single dad? hockey romance?

Ah shit, here we go again 🗣️💥

“The face you’re making is so dirty, Baby Blue. I’m the only one who will ever fucking see it. And this gaping, thirsty hole.”

His hand falls down on my right cheek and thigh. I moan all my bliss as he keeps eating me out and smacking my lower body. My thighs and ass burn, my insides are all wet and filled up. I’m in heaven.

🎶 Somebody point me to the best ass eater 🎶

“Your darkness was made to match mine.”

I want my scent to absorb and soak deep inside him, to his core and mark him for all eternity.

💳💥💳💥💳💥 Give me 14 of them right now (I’m feral)

Now your twitching hole is going to get my raw dick and swallow it whole. Your insides will take the entire shape of me.” I murmur almost ominously near his ear, enjoying the shudder overcoming his body.

Sensational

You want me to hurt you, Sari? To abuse all your holes? The pain will be so fucking sweet, you’ll never be able to live without it. Without me. I will fucking destroy you. And won’t stop there. I’ll keep railing you after you pass out. You’ll wake up with me still pumping inside your loose, wet hole, pinned down, covered in my marks, trembling with another orgasm.

My type I fear.

Ill carve my name on the delicate skin of his chest. Ill hear him say my name, scream it at the top of his lungs as I painfully penetrate him so damn deep I become part of him, as he’s already part of me. Ill own not only his body but his whole bein, feel it under my bruisin fingers as I squeeze it until he pierces my skin & reaches the void where my heart should be. He will not be able to push me away ever again.

“I want to fucking feast on your body until there’s nothing left but your taste in my mouth,” he whispers so seductively, my head falls back while my sated body attempts to come to life once again”

🥵

I don’t know when it happened, but at some point I started wanting to turn his ordinary day-to-day, placid expression into a disheveled passionate one, filled with cries and sweat. And pain. Fuck yes! I want to fuck his hole loose and stir up his insides until I break him, until I make a mess of him.

Hot damn

This book is so interesting? I fear it won’t stay this mystery sighs

“You can do whatever you want, Ezra, but you’ll always know that you can only ever be Quintin with me. And that’s what you really want.”

***

“That’ll kill you,” I tell him.
As he blows out the smoke, he says, “I just want a taste of your lips, even if I have to risk dying to get it.”

I fear I have a type of genre.

“That’s why you need a man to obsess over you. You want that father figure, right? I’m guessing dear old Dad didn’t discipline you either. You seek it out in men. That’s why you like them dominant.”

Clocked him I fear

“I did get rid of the girl when I saw you following me,” he whispers.
“Why?”
“Because my plan worked.”
“What plan?”
He runs his nose up the side of my neck until his lips brush against the shell of my ear. His breath dances across my flesh when he says, “To get your attention.”

ITS GETTING GOOD

“What might it be like if I had him in my bed all the time? Would he crave me at my best after seeing me at my worst?”

I hate when authors lose passion to finish their series.