I've never felt attraction like this—the burning sensation in my chest and the feeling of crossing a line.
When I saw her, felt her aura, saw the smile and the harsh words on her lips, all of it was captivating, without exception.
The desire to have her, a passionate yearning, grew stronger in my chest.
"This is my first time, I hope I will never disappoint you..." I said when she gave me that sweet smile, setting the scene.
Her position was perfect, under my body, her breath warming the air, her chest rising and falling, beautifully.
My strength grew, uncontrollable, intense.
When our lips met, I wanted to lick her saliva; I kept pressing forward, unable to control myself, my sense of smell heightened by an irresistible desire.
Why was my body so hot and heavy? I noticed her furrowed brow—she didn't refuse me, but I wasn't exaggerating.
Sweet... your lips and the taste of your mouth on my tongue. I want more, again and again.
"Max, what are you doing?"
I woke up, but I couldn't control myself. I kept licking her face, savoring the softness of her skin, forgetting myself. It felt like sipping melted ice cream.
It wasn't enough just to kiss her; I bit her palm, and my hands moved quickly, tearing at her clothes until her seductive, round breasts bounced out of her bra.
"Max..." she whispered, her face filled with surprise.
I couldn't hold back anymore! Impatience and heat burned through my body.
My body was rebelling, growing harder, demanding freedom. I'd never felt like this before! I'm not a pervert!
I saw my reflection in the mirror—this wasn't me. My body had become rough.
"Aaaakkh!!!" Damn it! I screamed, seeing myself turn into something monstrous.
I was a beast!
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**Find your soulmate and wake up in peace.**
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Who hasn't heard this kind of story? The one every fantasy lover reads. It's all about reincarnation, where the devil is united with the body of an animal.
There's a very well-known story from the southeast plains, passed down through generations for thousands of years. It's about a man skilled in martial arts, a man who couldn't be killed.
His appearance was ordinary, just like anyone else. But you might wonder: was he truly a great man with magical powers?
His legend spread across the country, and no one dared challenge him. Though many targeted his life, he remained unscathed.
He wandered the world, unsure of what he was seeking. As news of his greatness spread, more and more people sought to end his life and claim his power.
Then, on one hot, sunny day, he took a break after a long journey. Sweat dripped down his face. His muscular legs needed rest.
Everyone who passed him avoided his gaze and his greeting. He didn't find it strange, as many rumors about him circulated. And he knew them all.
The man had a friendly face and a warm smile. He didn't use his abilities for trivial things. Many were deceived by his hidden strength.
This made others furious. Those who were jealous wanted to finish him off. Several followed him, planning his demise.
Exhausted from fighting off constant attacks, no one had yet managed to harm him.
But then, he let his guard down for a moment as he took a sip from the jug at his waist. The day was sweltering, and he wiped the sweat from his forehead, savoring the refreshing drink.
Suddenly, someone swung a sharp sword at his head, aiming for his neck. The attack came with lightning speed, like a flash on a dark night. The man had been stalking him for days. The hilt of the blade gleamed like flames, momentarily blinding the powerful man.
Shunk!
The head was severed, rolling across the ground like a ball, but no blood was seen.
This sword wasn't ordinary. It had a special element in its hilt, said to destroy the strength of the mighty man.
But not long after, the head returned, floating in mid-air. It was as if someone was pulling it back, reattaching it to his neck without a single scar. The man remained sitting on the large rock at the edge of the cliff.
He opened his eyes and gazed at his enemy. The man's face twisted into a grin as his human features faded, replaced by a rough muzzle with sharp, gleaming fangs.
He was ready to unleash his full power. He jumped from the rock and...
Whoosh!
A black shadow slammed into him from the side.
Once again, his head was severed. Blood spurted everywhere as his body fell into the abyss.
But unlike before, no one remained sitting at the edge of the cliff. His head fell at his feet, and his body was pushed, tumbling faster until it crashed at the bottom.
"I told you, the head and the body must be separated!" one of the two men grinned, clapping in victory.
One of them stepped on the severed head.
"Die!"
They then left, leaving the helpless head behind.
**Read more of my stories:**
1. *Second Marriage: The Missing CEO Was My First Love*
2. *Forbidden Love: Hot Kiss for an Imperfect Romance*
3. *Forced Marriage: CEO's Sweet Little Wife*
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