Unrestrained Ecstasy | 18+ - ✿⁠ Yazna ✿⁠

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Parts 9
Time 2h 17m

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The moment Naomi's eyes met his, she was toast. Burnt toast. The kind that sets off the smoke alarm and has the neighbors wondering what fresh hell you've gotten yourself into this time.
    
    He was a kingpin, a power player in a world hidden beneath the surface of polite society. She knew the risks--hell, she'd read enough Wikipedia articles on organized crime to write a (very poorly researched) thesis. But she also knew that sometimes, the sweetest pleasures come from dancing with the devil...and then making him buy you breakfast the next morning.
    
    This wasn't a man who wooed; he took what he wanted, and she was more than willing to be taken. She knew he would consume her body, her soul--nothing would be sacred. But she was also ready to consume. And as his lips crashed against hers, she knew he was just as ready to be owned, to own.
    
    He would take it all, claim it all, ruin it all. And she would let him, for sometimes, submission conquers all, an unrestrained ecstasy that knows no bounds. 
    
    But Naomi wasn't about to submit to this unrestrained ecstasy alone. That just wasn't her style. She knew exactly what she was getting into, and she reveled in it, feasted on it. Because when Naomi went in, she went all in. Halfway was never an option.
    
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The moment Naomi's eyes met his, she was toast. Burnt toast. The kind that sets off the smoke alarm and has the neighbors wondering what fresh hell you've gotten yourself into this time.
    
    He was a kingpin, a power player in a world hidden beneath the surface of polite society. She knew the risks--hell, she'd read enough Wikipedia articles on organized crime to write a (very poorly researched) thesis. But she also knew that sometimes, the sweetest pleasures come from dancing with the devil...and then making him buy you breakfast the next morning.
    
    This wasn't a man who wooed; he took what he wanted, and she was more than willing to be taken. She knew he would consume her body, her soul--nothing would be sacred. But she was also ready to consume. And as his lips crashed against hers, she knew he was just as ready to be owned, to own.
    
    He would take it all, claim it all, ruin it all. And she would let him, for sometimes, submission conquers all, an unrestrained ecstasy that knows no bounds. 
    
    But Naomi wasn't about to submit to this unrestrained ecstasy alone. That just wasn't her style. She knew exactly what she was getting into, and she reveled in it, feasted on it. Because when Naomi went in, she went all in. Halfway was never an option.
    
    ****UPDATES WEEKLY****

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