As I walked into the cozy cafe, I spotted Casma sitting at a table, her eyes lighting up as she saw me approaching. I greeted her with a warm smile, feeling excited for our coffee date. Casma looked adorable, a blush creeping up her cheeks as I pulled out her chair and sat down across from her. We chatted about everything and anything, the conversation flowing effortlessly. I couldn't help but notice how Casma's laughter filled the room, making everything feel lighter and brighter. I reached out to gently brush a stray strand of hair behind her ear, and she smiled, her eyes sparkling with happiness. Throughout our time together, I made sure Casma felt special, complimenting her and making her laugh. The coffee date felt like a sweet moment frozen in time, where it was just the two of us, enjoying each other's company in a warm and cozy atmosphere..I can't create images or scenes, but I can help you imagine it! Here's how Casma might describe the coffee date:As I sat in the quaint
We decided to have dinner at the balcony after we came back from our adventure. Now I am sitting opposite Ruine, enjoying our delicious pasta, the original one. The table is decorated with candle lights and tulips.Everything about this screams romantic but it is otherwise just a friendship dinner."The food is really good"I moan at the taste of the meat."Yeah pretty amazing. The chef is the best in the city"he says staring at me.As we sit on the balcony of our hotel, the warm glow of the setting sun casting a golden hue over the city, Ruine and I enjoy a quiet moment together, savoring our dinner and the rich flavors of the wine. The day's adventures has left us content and relaxed, the gentle breeze carrying the sounds of the bustling city below.After a moment of comfortable silence, Ruine's gaze turns reflective, his eyes fixes on a distant memory. "This place," he began, his voice tinges with a mix of nostalgia and melancholy, "is where I first met my late wife. It's where ou
He stands up and I look at him with my hooded eyes, this man is a sex god.He steps back and slowly removes his shirt, he slowly unbuttons it as if teasing me.I bite my lips when he throws the shirt on the floor and begins to unbuckle his belt. He pulls it down along with his boxer briefs and not once did we break eye contact.His huge and hard cock springs free from its confinement and my falls open in a gasp.That thing cannot fit into me.He is way bigger than my pussy's elasticity.He is twice the size of Rhys and he was an average man."Don't worry baby, it is going to fit" he smirks and steps out of the dress."I am not a man who makes love, Casma. I fuck, and I go hard. Can you take it?" he asks staring at me as if I was his pry.I nod my head in daze."with words darling"he says" Yes"I whisper licking my lips."Good girl. Now come here"he says and I do.I kneel on the bed, and he steps in front of me.I take his throbbing cock into my hands, fisting it, trying to cup him bu
I fuck her so raw, she slides back and forth and the head board hits thewall with loud bangs.My fingers find her clit and she squirms, fighting the unavoidable, butI tease and circle and press her pleasure button until she trembles around me.Her muffled moans fill the air as my abs tighten, my balls grow heavy, andI come inside her inviting cunt in waves. With a loud roar, my wolf almost coming out to mark her. It takes enough will power to stop him.The release is even stronger than the blow job. This is why I’ve kept mydistance. I knew whetting my appetite once wouldn’t be enough and that I’dneed to do it again and again before I’d ever be satisfied.Even now, as I watch a streak of my cum sliding down her thigh, I wantto restart the ownership process all over again.She is now slump on the bed like a masterpiece.I smile and crawl into the bed with her,I pull her closer to me with her back against my chest,"I am not done yet beautiful" I whisper and then slowly thrust int
Two weeks laterIt has been two long weeks since our return from Italy, and the weight of our unspoken night together hangs heavy in the air between Ruine and me.Despite our joint efforts to mend the fallout from Zia's betrayal, Ruine's avoidance felt like a sharp sting, a constant reminder of the distance that had grown between us.I find myself yearning for a moment to address the lingering tension, to unravel the emotions that had been left unspoken.Each passing day only seems to deepen the hurt that nestles within my heart, a silent ache that echoes in the quiet moments of our shared struggle to repair what has been broken.I make my way to his office determined to speak to him whether he likes it or not.Just before I can reach his office, someone pulls me into an empty room and their lips falls on mine.I am about to hit the person because instinct takes over but I stop when I realize it was Ruine."Ruine..." I moan when I feel his hands in my skirt cupping me through my pant
Two Months laterI liedWhen I said I was going to stop having sex with Ruine until we have a talk.I lied.Ruine and I still had sex, everyday.He'll pull me into any empty room he finds or in the bathroom, to eat me out or fuck me senseless.Not that I am happy about it but I can't resist him. He so damn hot and the sex is amazing.Like now, we are parked in front of my house and I am riding him his car."I am cuming" I moan and he thrusts even faster before releasing into me.Oh I had to get on birth control again. Can't risk getting pregnant although it is impossible.He pulls out of me and I settle in the passenger seat.After fixing ourselves, we both sit in the car in silence."I better get going or else Rhys will come out" I say but he says nothing.I'm about to open the door when he pulls back and kisses my lips. I kiss him back with the same desire."I'll see you tomorrow" he whispers and I nod with a smile before getting out.I watch as his car drives away before going insi
As we arrived at the grand gala, the red carpet stretched before us like a river of opulence. Stepping into the spotlight, the cameras' flashes painted the scene with bursts of light. In that moment, Ruine's hand found mine, a firm and reassuring grasp that anchored me amidst the dazzling chaos.His touch, warm and steady, whispered a silent promise of solidarity in the midst of the glamorous whirlwind.Every step we took together felt like a shared journey, his presence a shield against the overwhelming attention. Surrounded by the buzz of excitement and the clicking of cameras, his hand in mine was a lifeline, a connection that spoke louder than any words could express.We crossed the threshold into the lavish gala, the air was filled with an aura of sophistication and grandeur. Ruine, by my side, turned to his business associate and uttered those words that pierced through the facade of glamour – "This is Casma, my date." The distinction between "date" and "girlfriend" may seem sli
don't really remember what happened yesterday, but all I remember is that I passed out in the car.Titanus didn't go easy on my poor human form.The morning sunlight filtered through the curtains, gently nudging me awake in Ruine's bed.As I stirred, I realized I was wearing his shirt and boxers, a tangible reminder of the intimate night we had shared. Curiosity piqued, I decided to explore the house, my bare feet padding softly against the polished floors as I ventured into unfamiliar territory. Each room held a piece of Ruine's life, offering glimpses into his world beyond the confines of the gala and our shared moments. The house seemed to whisper secrets of its own, inviting me to unravel the mysteries within its walls.I see baby pictures of lilac on the walls of beautiful hall way. Most of them are with Ruine but none of her mom.I stop when I see a door, it is so different from the others.Transfixed by the peculiar door, I could sense its importance, a silent invitation into