{"id":260992,"date":"2026-07-13T18:03:01","date_gmt":"2026-07-13T15:03:01","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/1kitap1.com\/en\/fruit-marina-vivancos\/"},"modified":"2026-07-13T18:03:01","modified_gmt":"2026-07-13T15:03:01","slug":"fruit-marina-vivancos","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/1kitap1.com\/en\/fruit-marina-vivancos\/","title":{"rendered":"Fruit – Marina Vivancos"},"content":{"rendered":"
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I open my eyes, and he\u2019s all a blur, but I can see him watching me, a glitter of black and brown. \u201cJesus, don\u2019t stop,\u201d I say. I\u2019m so close. Everything is heat\u2014heat and Sebasti\u00e1n, at the core of me. I close my eyes as the pleasure crests and then tumbles me over the brink. Everything is a rush of light. I moan against Sebasti\u00e1n\u2019s lips, my toes curling. His fingers continue moving against me, dragging the pleasure out and thinning it until it\u2019s a razor\u2019s blade.<\/p>\n

\u201cAh, Sebasti\u00e1n,\u201d I cry, overstimulated. He drops the fingers away from my clit but leaves the ones on his other hand inside me. I open my eyes and look at him. This could easily turn into him fucking me, and usually I wouldn\u2019t hesitate. I\u2019m a demanding partner in bed, and two orgasms are a standard minimum for me.<\/p>\n

Now, however, I want to see him come apart, unimpeded by the haze of pleasure. I want to memorise the gradual destruction of his barriers until his expression is raw and mine to keep. I push his hand down as I lift up, and there is a momentary ache of emptiness as I slip my panties up again. I grab his hand and raise it to my lips, taking his fingers, wet with me, into my mouth.<\/p>\n

Guys love that shit, and Sebasti\u00e1n is no exception. It\u2019s always been a bit of a power trip, seeing someone\u2019s expression being taken over with want. Sebasti\u00e1n\u2019s darkens further with deep intent, his mouth parting, the skin around his eyes tightening as if he\u2019s restraining himself. He wants to reach for me, I know, to grab at me and pull me close, but he resists, just watching me.<\/p>\n

His fingers press against my tongue, and I release his wrist and practically rip his jeans open. I let his fingers drop from my mouth as I kneel up to yank his pants and underwear down his thighs, twisting for a moment to get them over his knees before sitting on his bare thighs. I look down and, fuck, that dick looks good. It\u2019s thick and long, the head peeking out of the uncut foreskin as it strains upwards. As I watch, a bead of precum pearls at the slit and drips down.<\/p>\n

My fucking mouth waters, but I can\u2019t be bothered to find a condom right now.<\/p>\n

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If that\u2019s not a metaphor for her life, she doesn\u2019t know what is. To top it all off, this Sebastian guy adopts the cat before Iva can. Sure, after some haranguing, he agrees to joint custody\u2026and starts cooking for her\u2026and is awakening her passion for art\u2026and is really, really hot. But he\u2019s the cat-stealing enemy, and she mustn\u2019t forget that. But sleeping with the enemy is okay, right? As long as she doesn\u2019t fall in love with him, she\u2019s fine. Which is perfect because Iva\u2019s life is too much of a mess to fall in love with anybody\u2026right?<\/p>\n

Right. Now she just has to convince her dumb heart of that. This book is part of the Fox Lake series but can be read as a standalone. OceanofPDF.com Contents Chapter One Chapter Two Chapter Three Chapter Four Chapter Five Chapter Six Chapter Seven Chapter Eight Chapter Nine Chapter Ten Chapter Eleven Chapter Twelve Chapter Thirteen Chapter Fourteen Chapter Fifteen Chapter Sixteen More Books From Marina OceanofPDF.com This book is a work of fiction.<\/p>\n

Any names, places, characters, or incidents are the product of the author\u2019s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locations, or persons, living or dead, is coincidental. Copyright \u00a9 2021 by Marina Vivancos All rights reserved, including the right to reproduce, distribute, or transmit in any form or by any means. Copyedited and proofread by Hope & Jess, Flat Earth Editing according to British spelling and grammar.<\/p>\n

Cover by Natasha Snow Designs OceanofPDF.com PROLOGUE My mom would tell me not to touch the leaves, but my skin was immune. I would circle the tree with hawk eyes, trying to find the fissures in the purple fruit. I would be uncaring of scratched knees as I scrambled up the branches, trying to find the perfect one.<\/p>\n

The figs hung like gems in the thickness of the summer heat. My fingers would stroke across their textures, pressing gently against each one, their ripeness tested by their give. Then\u2014there. I would cup the fig in the palm of my hand for a moment before tilting it to the side. With no effort, the fruit would leave its mother.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n

This is a short excerpt from the opening of “” by Unknown, quoted for review and introduction purposes. All rights belong to the copyright holders.<\/em><\/p>\n

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