🔞Crimson Temptations: Velvet Lips of Erotic Obsession
🔞🔞🔞Step into a world where shadows kiss silk, where desire knows no era, and where every chapter drips with forbidden hunger. From candlelit chambers in gothic manors to sleek glass towers of modern cities, from masked balls in Venice to the dark embrace of supernatural lovers, this collection dares to cross every boundary of lust.
Inside these pages, you will discover:
• Old-Fashioned Lusts – Governesses seduced by brooding lords, pirates claiming their captives, priests battling sin with flesh, and marquises who never take no for an answer.
• Modern Obsessions – Billionaires who own more than empires, professors who blur every line, stalkers who live in the walls of penthouses, and uncles who want what should never be theirs.
• Anthologies of Desire – Courtesans in silk masks, strangers meeting on midnight trains, vampires who bite deeper than blood, demons who crave brides, and werewolves who hunt not prey but mates.
Each story stands alone, yet together they weave a tapestry of obsession, submission, and dark passion. With 100 chapters of raw erotic intensity, this is more than a book it is a descent into every secret you’ve dared to dream of and every temptation you’ve tried to resist.
Crimson Temptations will not just be read.
It will be devoured.
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Chapter: Chapter Eleven: The Frost King’s Claim 🔞🔞The kingdom of Thessara had bowed to winter.Snow swallowed the southern banners as they were taken down from the palace walls and replaced with the crest of the Frost King. Torches guttered in the wind, their flames fighting the cold that seemed to move with a will of its own. The air bit at every breath. No one dared to speak above a whisper. The invaders had not needed to topple the walls with fire. They had frozen the land into silence and waited for surrender.Princess Elowen of Thessara waited in the grand hall where once feasts and music flourished. Now tapestries hung dull and lifeless, and the braziers burned low. She stood before the long table in a gown of white and silver that shimmered like frost. It had been chosen for her by the queen, who no longer wept in front of others. Elowen’s hands were cold even through her gloves. Her father, the king, stood beside her with a face carved from defeat.The doors opened without warning.The Frost King entered without fanfare. He n
Last Updated: 2025-09-30
Chapter: Chapter Ten: The Alchemist’s Muse 🔞🔞🔞🔞She had not walked without pain since childhood. Every step had once been a careful prayer, every breath a reminder of how easily her bones could turn to splinters beneath her own weight. Seraphine had lived in silence for so long that she forgot what laughter felt like in her throat. Her world had been soft beds, hushed attendants, and the constant fear that a single misstep would leave her broken beyond repair. Until he came.Valerius arrived in her father’s hall like a quiet storm, robed in dark velvet and carrying the scent of smoke and rare herbs. He was not a healer by trade but an alchemist with a reputation steeped in whispers. Some called him a miracle worker, others a man who had bargained with forces mortals were never meant to touch. Her father had been desperate enough to summon him and desperate men rarely asked the cost before agreeing to a cure.He saw Seraphine only once before agreeing. His eyes were a strange shade of gray, catching light like polished metal. When h
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Chapter: Chapter Nine: The Prince and the Pauper🔞🔞The palace kitchens smelled of roasted meat and honey bread, a scent that clung to the air like temptation. Servants bustled between pots and platters, their steps hurried as dawn prepared to give way to another day of courtly duties. Yet in the shadows near the storeroom, a slim figure moved, her hands trembling as she tucked a loaf of bread beneath her ragged shawl.Elara had not eaten in two days. Her belly pinched with hunger, her lips cracked from thirst, yet still she dared. The bread was warm against her chest, and for a moment she thought she might escape.A hand shot out, grabbing her wrist with cruel force.“Thief!” one of the guards bellowed, dragging her into the light. Her shawl slipped, revealing dirt-streaked cheeks and hair tangled from the streets. She struggled, her voice hoarse.“Please… just one piece. My brother is starving-“The guard shoved her forward. “The gall. To steal from the royal kitchens. You know the punishment.”Elara’s heart thudded. She expected the
Last Updated: 2025-09-23
Chapter: Chapter Eight:The Shadow Knight 🔞🔞🔞The bells of Valmere tolled through the night, deep and hollow, warning the city that danger had breached the outer walls. The streets below the castle were already chaos, fires blooming against the darkness, the clang of steel and the cries of the wounded carrying through the smoke-choked air. Inside the stone keep, Lady Elira stood by the window of her chamber, her pale hands clutching the sill, her eyes wide as she watched shadows move like swarms of ants through the streets.Her father, the Duke of Valmere, had told her she would be safe. The castle had never fallen in all its centuries. But fear did not listen to promises. Fear lived in her lungs, in the frantic beat of her heart, and it whispered that tonight everything would change.Behind her, the heavy door creaked open. Boots clicked against the marble floor, steady and measured. She knew the sound. Her body stiffened before she even turned.“Sir Kael,” she breathed.The knight filled the doorway, tall and broad, clad in bla
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Chapter: Chapter Seven: The Midnight’s Masqurade🔞🔞🔞The ballroom glimmered like a dream. Golden light spilled from a hundred chandeliers, bouncing off polished marble floors and shimmering against the velvet masks and jeweled gowns of the guests. Music drifted through the air, a sensual waltz that guided the sea of nobles in graceful patterns. The air smelled of roses and honeyed wine, thick with laughter, whispers, and the rustle of silk.She stood at the edge of the crowd, her father’s crest stitched proudly into the corner of her gown. The Duke’s daughter was expected to shine here, to be admired, to be courted by suitors approved by her family. Yet beneath her jeweled mask, her lips parted in a quiet sigh. None of it stirred her. None of these perfumed men with polite words and hollow smiles quickened her heart.Until she felt him.He appeared without warning, moving through the crowd with the ease of a predator cloaked in velvet and gold. His mask was darker than the others, carved in the shape of a raven with sharp, sweeping line
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Chapter: Chapter Six: The Assassin’s Prize 🔞🔞🔞🔞 The palace was silent, but silence could be deadly.Princess Selene lay in her chambers, the embroidered canopy of her bed a veil of comfort she could not feel. The ball had ended hours ago, yet sleep refused to come. The laughter of nobles, the music of harps, the sweet taste of wine still lingered faintly on her lips. She stared at the golden glow of the candle at her bedside, waiting for her body to yield to rest.It was then she heard it.A faint shift in the air. A creak of wood, so soft she would not have noticed if her heart had not already been restless. She sat up slowly, her silk gown slipping from her shoulder, her breath shallow. Her eyes darted toward the far corner of the room.And she saw him.A figure clothed in black, face half-hidden beneath a hood, stood in the shadows like a phantom. The dagger in his hand gleamed faintly in the candlelight, the curve of the blade cold and certain. His presence was suffocating, silent but vast, as if death itself had entered her ch
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Chapter: Chapter Forty-Two: The Scent He Follows Rafe’s POVThe forest wrapped around him like a second skin. The night was cold but the earth beneath his feet still held the heat of the day, the soil breathing out soft warmth with every step. He moved in silence, his form shifting through shadow and branch until he reached the ridge overlooking the academy grounds.There it was again. The scent that had been clinging to the wind for days. Wolf. Pack. Authority. Rage wrapped in restraint.Kael.Rafe smiled to himself, slow and amused. The man thought he could stalk him, hunt him, root him out before he made a move. But Kael was already too late. The game had begun long before he ever scented danger. Long before Eden ever felt watched. Long before whispers of missing livestock near the outskirts of town had made Kael sharpen his focus.Rafe crouched at the tree line, his knuckles brushing the damp leaves. He had circled the academy three times that night, memorizing the patrol routes of Kael’s pack members. They were skilled but pred
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Chapter: Chapter Fourty-One: Shadows Between UsEden’s POVThe first lecture of the term was already underway, yet my focus was nowhere near the board or the professor’s droning voice. I sat near the middle row of the lecture hall, my notebook open and blank, pen tapping idly against the page. Around me, students whispered to one another, some already restless, some half-asleep, but I could not tune into their rhythm.My gaze kept drifting to the windows.They lined the far wall, tall panes of glass that stretched toward the sky and overlooked the courtyard and the edge of the forest beyond. The sun streamed through them, bright and golden, but it only made the shadows seem darker. Every time I let my eyes rest there, I felt it. A pressure. A weight. As though something lingered just out of sight, standing still, waiting.I pressed my pen harder into the paper, willing myself to write even a word, but the letters blurred before I could form them. My hand trembled, and I quickly tucked it under the desk before anyone could notice.L
Last Updated: 2025-09-22
Chapter: Chapter Forty: The Weight of OrdinaryThe first morning back at the academy was supposed to feel normal. That was what I told myself as I stood in front of the mirror, tugging my sweater into place and tying my hair with slow, distracted movements. The light filtering in through the tall windows carried the pale gold of early morning, and outside, I could hear the chatter of students hurrying across the grounds. The air buzzed with the restless energy of return, of routines resuming, of a thousand footsteps filling the hallways again.Normal. That was the word Layla had used last night. She had laughed as she unpacked her things, throwing her shoes into a corner and complaining about how fast the break had gone by. “Back to normal,” she had said, her voice cheerful, her eyes full of plans.But for me, the word settled differently. Heavy. Bitter.I buttoned my coat slowly, listening to the sounds outside. Laughter drifted through the open window, the kind that belonged to people who had not spent their nights haunted by sh
Last Updated: 2025-09-14
Chapter: Chapter Thirty-Nine: Shadows in the TreesKael’s POVThe forest was alive in ways most mortals would never understand. Every branch creaked like a warning, every gust of wind carried the trace of something hidden, and every shadow stretched longer than it should have under the pale light of the moon. Kael moved with a predator’s stillness, each step silent even when the earth beneath him threatened to crackle. His senses were wide open, straining to catch the faintest hint of what he sought.The shapeshifter had been near. He could feel it as clearly as he felt the thrum of his own pulse. The scent was faint, a distortion in the natural rhythm of the forest, an oil slick running through water. It made his skin crawl. And beneath it all, threaded in the sharp tang of earth and night, was something that twisted his focus in ways he did not want to admit. Eden. Her scent lingered even here, though she was nowhere near the forest. It had soaked into his instincts, refusing to release him.Kael pressed a hand against the bark of a
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Chapter: Chapter Thirty-Eight: Whispers In The WindowEden’s POVThe chill did not leave me even after the radiator ticked awake and sent a thin strip of warm air across the room. I wrapped my sweater tighter, pretending it was the fabric that kept me safe and not the idea of someone breathing close enough to know the shape of my dreams.I moved through the morning like someone moving through fog. Teeth brushed, hair tied in a careless knot, backpack slung over one shoulder. Layla fussed with her makeup across the room, singing something under her breath, her movements bright and ordinary. She glanced up at me once, reached for her phone, then turned back to the mirror as if nothing about me had shifted overnight.“You are pale,” she said without looking at me. “Do not tell me the big scary ghost of break is haunting you.”“Very funny,” I muttered, though my voice sounded thin even to my own ears. I wanted to laugh, to let Layla drag me into ridiculousness and forget the scrape of last night. Instead I found myself watching the window as
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Chapter: Chapter Thirty-Seven: The Rogue’s Circle IIRafe’s POV The fire burned lower as the night deepened, shadows stretching long and ragged across the forest floor. The rogues settled into their positions around the clearing, sharpening blades, cleaning claws, and whispering about the blood that would one day be spilled. But Rafe did not linger. He had no interest in sitting among men who smelled of rot and desperation. His work was not done in the woods. His hunt was waiting inside the walls of Crestwood. He turned without ceremony, ignoring the way some of them glared at his back. Let them glare. They needed him more than he needed them. None of them had dared step foot within the academy. None of them could hold a smile across their lips while masking the hunger that curled behind their eyes. That was what made him dangerous. He knew how to hide. He knew how to smile while plotting a throat’s end. The forest welcomed him as he left the circle. The branches above shifted in the wind, their whispers sounding almost like voices.
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