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Compilation Of Short Stories (Erotica) Heat of the Dragon
The air in the cavern was ancient, thick with the dust of millennia and a strange, metallic heat that clung to the back of Isanna’s throat. Her headlamp beam cut a wobbly path through the darkness, illuminating wonders that would redefine history. Not just artifacts, but a hoard. Mounds of gold coins, gem-encrusted goblets, and swords of forgotten kingdoms lay scattered as if by a giant, careless hand. And in the center of it all, a form so massive it made her breath hitch, a mountain of shimmering, obsidian-scale.A dragon.It was supposed to be a myth. Her find of the century. But as she reached out, her gloved fingers hovering over a scale larger than her head, the mountain moved.A low, deep rumble vibrated through the soles of her boots, a sound that felt like the earth itself waking up. The great head lifted, scales sliding against each other with a sound like grinding stone. Two eyes, molten gold with slitted pupils, opened and focused on her. There was no sleep in them. Only a
Compilation Of Short Stories (Erotica) Ghost bound
The air in the manor shifted on the night the veil thinned. Sariel felt it the moment she woke, the atmosphere thick as honey, charged with a static energy that raised the fine hairs on her arms. It was no longer just the familiar, cool presence she had grown accustomed to. This was different. This was heavy. Intentional.For weeks, he had been her secret, a phantom lover who visited only in dreams. There, he was as solid as any man, his hands, calloused and real, learning the map of her body. He whispered a name against her skin, a name from a life long past that felt like her own. He never spoke his, but she called him Asher in her mind. In dreams, he could make her come apart with a thought, a touch, a ghost of a kiss. But she always woke up empty, her body throbbing with a need that the waking world could not satisfy.Tonight, she didn't need to be asleep.She lay in her bed, the old linen sheets cool against her skin, and simply breathed his name into the dark. "Asher."The candl
Compilation Of Short Stories (Erotica) The Vampire’s Harem
The inheritance came with three conditions: never open the west wing after dark, never refuse a gift offered at midnight, and never, under any circumstances, stay the full thirteen nights. On the fourteenth evening, Svetlana broke all three.The grand hall was colder than the grave, the air thick with the scent of dust and old roses. Three figures emerged from the shadows, their movements a fluid dance of predatory grace. They were the Vargen brothers, the true masters of Blackwood Manor, and they had been waiting for her.Kazimir, the eldest, stepped forward first. His hair was the color of spilled ink, his eyes like chips of arctic ice. He was power personified, every line of his body demanding submission. "You have proven your spirit by staying," he said, his voice a low thrum that vibrated in her bones. "But spirit alone is not enough to claim this place."Luka, the middle brother, leaned against the marble mantelpiece, a smirk playing on his perfectly sculpted lips. His gaze was
Compilation Of Short Stories (Erotica) The Alpha’s Mark
The first thing she felt was not the morning light, but a low, throbbing heat on her skin. Maya’s eyes fluttered open, her mind still fuzzy with the remnants of a dream filled with dark eyes and possessive hands. She pushed herself up in the unfamiliar bed, the silken sheets pooling at her waist. The room was luxurious, all dark wood and masculine scents, a stark contrast to her own modest apartment. Last night came back in a rush of sensory memories: the pulsating music of the exclusive club, the stranger’s intense gaze from across the room, the way his voice had felt like a physical touch when he’d introduced himself as Kaelen.And the sex.A shiver, entirely of pleasure, traced its way down her spine. She looked down at the source of the heat. There, on the smooth skin of her inner thigh, just a breath away from her core, was a mark. It was no ordinary bruise or hickey. It was an intricate, swirling pattern, like a tattoo made of shadow and silver, etched into her flesh. It pulsed
Compilation Of Short Stories (Erotica) Possessed by Desire
The old book didn’t just feel warm; it pulsed in her hands like a living, sleeping heart.Cora ran her fingers over the embossed, unreadable script on the cover, the leather strangely supple against her skin. The library was silent, empty long past closing time, and the only light came from the green-shaded lamp on her desk. It was this silence, this profound loneliness, that made her trace the symbol in the center of the cover. A mistake, she would later think, but in that moment, it felt like an invitation.The moment her finger completed the circuit of the strange symbol, the book flew from her hands, not falling, but hovering in the air before her. It snapped open, pages whipping in a silent, furious storm. Then, from the center of the vortex, smoke began to pour forth, not grey, but deep, bruised purple. It coalesced, thickened, and took shape.A man stood where the book had been. No, not a man. Everything about him was too perfect, too sharp to be human. He was tall, with jet-bl
Compilation Of Short Stories (Erotica) The King’s consort
It all began the moment the Fae King, Lysanor, laid his hands upon her in the moon drenched glade of his world. One second she was clutching the rough bark of an oak in the mortal world, the next she was on her knees in a circle of standing stones, velvet moss beneath her and a sky of swirling amethyst above. And his touch was like lightning made silk, tracing the line of her jaw and sending waves of pure, undiluted sensation straight to her core.“She is the one,” his voice, a low thrum of power and desire, was not meant for her alone. It echoed through the clearing, reaching the two formidable figures who stood as silent, watchful sentinels at the edge of the stones. His personal guards. “The anchor for my magic. The key to the throne.”Lyriana could only gasp, her head falling back as his fingers trailed down the column of her throat. This was not the terror of abduction she had expected. This was an awakening. Her skin hummed, her blood sang, and a deep, aching emptiness bloomed b
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