Novels by Alore

The first time Sienna saw Raphael, he was standing at the kitchen counter of her sister's home with his sleeves rolled to his elbows, pouring red wine into two glasses like he owned every room he'd ever walked into.He did. That much was immediately obvious.Sienna stood in the doorway of the kitchen unnoticed for exactly four seconds, long enough to take in the broad shoulders filling out his white linen shirt, the sharp jawline, the dark hair curling slightly at the nape of his neck, before her sister Camille materialized from behind her and brushed past with a bright, easy-going smile."Raph, look who finally made it!" She exclaimed, and he turned.Dark brown eyes. Darker than she expected. The kind of brown that was almost black in certain light and in the warm glow of Camille's kitchen, they landed on Sienna and stayed there.One second. Two. Sienna counted."Sienna." Camille was already gesturing between them, oblivious, radiant, and completely unaware. "This is Raphael. My husb

He opened the door before I finished ringing the bell.Still in his work clothes, top two buttons undone, sleeves rolled to his forearms, and he looked at me standing in his doorway like I was everything he'd been thinking about since yesterday, and pulled me inside by the front of my dress.The door hadn't even closed before his lips were on mine.Hungry and immediate, both hands cupping my face, kissing me like he'd been counting down the hours and was done counting.I grabbed fistfuls of his shirt and kissed him back just as hard, walking him backward until his back hit the wall, and he made a low, surprised sound against my lips that dissolved instantly into something darker."You're early," he breathed against my lips."You said tomorrow." I bit his lower lip. "It's tomorrow."He groaned and flipped us— my back against the wall now, his thigh pressing between mine, his mouth dragging hot and open kisses down my throat while his hands found the hem of my dress and pulled it up in

He meant it.With his belt undone and eyes on me like I was a piece of meat he wanted so desperately, he meant every word.I was still trembling from the first orgasm when he gripped my thighs and pulled me back to the edge of the table. No warning, just his hands repositioning me exactly where he wanted me, like I was his to move, and the humiliating part was I fucking loved it."Caleb…" I whined."Shh." He rammed two fingers back inside me without warning, and I choked on whatever I was about to say, my walls clenching greedily around him, still sensitive and swollen from before.He watched my face with dark, focused eyes as he slowly pumped them in and out. "You can take more. I know you can." He added the third."I just…" I gasped, my back arching. "I just came.""I know, baby." His thumb found my clit again and pressed. "I want you to do it again."I stopped arguing. He finger fucked me back to the edge with ruthless speed, curling deep, thumb rubbing tight circles on my clit, h

I almost didn't come today. But here I was, standing outside Whitmore Medical Associates for a full three minutes, hand on the door handle, telling myself I was being insane.That he was my doctor, and that whatever happened in that office on Tuesday was a product of my terrible day, an overactive imagination, and the fact that I hadn't been touched in four months.Then I remembered the way he looked at me, the hidden hunger in the way he said Thursday, Miss Reed.So I walked in.The receptionist sent me straight to room three. Same paper covered table. Same anatomical diagrams and cold fluorescent light.But different energy entirely.I wore a black wrap dress. Thin fabric, no bra, and underwear I had absolutely no business wearing to a medical appointment.That was how bad I wanted this to happen. At first, I told myself it was the only clean thing I had…A big fucking lie.The door opened at exactly 3pm.Caleb Whitmore didn't look at his clipboard this time; he looked straight at m

I was having the worst day of my life.My coffee had spilled on my white dress at 8am. My best friend Jade had cancelled our lunch plans via text with three words and a shrug emoji.My Uber had taken forty minutes in traffic that shouldn't have existed on a Tuesday, and now I was standing outside Whitmore Medical Associates at 2:47pm for a 2:45 appointment, slightly sweaty and entirely done with the universe."First gyno appointment," I muttered to myself, pushing through the glass door. "What could make this day worse?"The receptionist smiled at me with the kind of practiced warmth that belonged exclusively to medical offices and five-star hotels. "Nova Reed?""That's me.""Dr. Whitmore will be with you shortly. You can head to room three."I filled out my forms, sat on the paper-covered examination table that crinkled every time I breathed, and stared at the anatomical diagrams on the wall, trying not to think about how intimate this appointment was about to get with a complete str

He didn't go easy on me. I hadn't asked him to.His hips set a rhythm that was deep and relentless, each thrust driving me back against the desk, my palms flat on the wood behind me, trying to find purchase. The lamp rattled, and papers scattered, but neither of us cared."Cazzo, you feel…" He broke off, jaw tight, the words dissolving into something low and Italian that I didn't understand, but felt everywhere His grip on my hips tightened, fingers pressing on my skin, bruises I already knew I'd want to keep."Don't stop," My voice came out wrecked. "Please don't.""Mai." He pulled back and drove forward, harder, and I cried out, the sound swallowed by the empty building around us.His hand fisted in my hair, pulling my head back, exposing my throat, then his mouth dragged down the column of it, teeth grazing, tongue following, while his hips kept that devastating pace.I was unraveling completely, and he was watching it happen like he'd been waiting three years for exactly this.Ma