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Deep Inside (Erotica short story collections) Wolf Skin (II)
The storm hadn’t stopped.Fae awoke to the sound of rain drumming against the tin roof, her bare skin tangled in the throw blanket Henry had laid over her sometime during the night. Her body ached in a way that was sinful and satisfying, like it had been broken open and put back together in a new shape, one only he could recognize.She blinked slowly. The cabin was warm, fire still crackling low in the hearth.But Henry was gone.She sat up, clutching the blanket to her chest. The table still bore the imprint of her body, and her panties were nowhere in sight.“Jesus,” she whispered to herself, the rush of memory crashing back in vivid, aching waves.The way he’d moved over her, inside her, like he was claiming a home. The strength in his hands. The filthy way he spoke, like her name belonged on his tongue.She ran her fingers through her hair and stepped down to the floor.She found him outside.Henry stood just beyond the porch, soaked again, shirtless, jeans low on his hips, starin
Deep Inside (Erotica short story collections) Wolf Skin (1)
CharactersJackson: a 27-year-old reclusive artist who lives near the edge of the Blackpine Forest. She's grounded, sharp-witted, and recovering from a toxic relationship.Henry Fodger: a 34-year-old unhinged, dominant werewolf who’s been watching her from the shadows, convinced she belongs to him. Scarred, rough, and dangerous....The wind clawed at the wooden shutters of Fae Jackson’s cabin, dragging long fingers of pine and mist against the glass. She sat cross-legged on the couch in nothing but a threadbare cotton shirt, speckled in paint from her latest project. A bottle of red wine lay half-finished on the coffee table beside her sketchbook, pages filled with unsettling shadows and eyes that did not belong to any man she had ever met.But she had felt them, watching. Especially near the woods.She blamed it on the solitude.A hard knock shattered the silence.Fae jumped, the wine sloshing dangerously in the glass. Midnight. No one ever came out here. Her nearest neighbor was
Deep Inside (Erotica short story collections) Silk fold (V)
He didn’t knock when she opened the door, he just walked in, eyes locked on hers like a storm barely held at bay. Janiya didn’t move. Didn’t breathe. Kelvin was soaked in moonlight, shadows painting his jaw, hair a little damp from the rain. He wore a black shirt stretched tight across his chest, sleeves rolled to his elbows, belt low on his hips. His expression was unreadable, except for one thing. Hunger. Raw, carved into every line of him. “I said I wasn’t coming back,” she said quietly. “And I said I’d wait. I lied.” She took a step back, heart thundering. “I’m still angry.” “So am I,” he said, shutting the door behind him. “Angry you ran. Angry I let you.” Their silence was sharp. Tense. Breathing became the only language between them. Then, he moved. Crossing the room in three long strides, Kelvin gripped her face in both hands and kissed her, hot, deep, furious. His mouth devoured hers, tongue pushing past her lips, hands sliding into her hair as though he’d lost his
Deep Inside (Erotica short story collections) Silk fold (IV)
He didn’t knock when she opened the door, he just walked in, eyes locked on hers like a storm barely held at bay. Janiya didn’t move. Didn’t breathe. Kelvin was soaked in moonlight, shadows painting his jaw, hair a little damp from the rain. He wore a black shirt stretched tight across his chest, sleeves rolled to his elbows, belt low on his hips. His expression was unreadable, except for one thing. Hunger. Raw, carved into every line of him. “I said I wasn’t coming back,” she said quietly. “And I said I’d wait. I lied.” She took a step back, heart thundering. “I’m still angry.” “So am I,” he said, shutting the door behind him. “Angry you ran. Angry I let you.” Their silence was sharp. Tense. Breathing became the only language between them. Then, he moved. Crossing the room in three long strides, Kelvin gripped her face in both hands and kissed her, hot, deep, furious. His mouth devoured hers, tongue pushing past her lips, hands sliding into her hair as though he’
Deep Inside (Erotica short story collections) Silk fold (III)
The penthouse was darker this time. Only a floor lamp glowed in the corner, casting warm amber shadows along the brick walls and across the sheets she remembered so vividly.Kelvin leaned against the kitchen counter, arms crossed, jaw shadowed with stubble, wearing nothing but sweatpants slung low on his hips.The tension crackled between them.Janiya entered without saying a word. Her heels clicked across the wood. Her dress clung to her thighs like it had been tailored for his hands to peel away.He watched her, but didn’t move.“You came,” he finally said, voice low.“You told me to bring something that zipped,” she replied.His gaze dropped to her back where the zipper teased between her shoulder blades. “Did you?”She turned slowly, catching his eyes with hers. “Unzipped the moment I got in the elevator.”Kelvin was across the room in two strides.His mouth found hers with a hunger sharpened by hours of absence. He lifted her, hands gripping her thighs as she wrapped them around
Deep Inside (Erotica short story collections) Silk fold (II)
Morning light spilled in through the gauzy penthouse curtains, brushing Janiya’s bare shoulder with warmth.She stirred, her body sore in the most delicious way, hips aching, thighs tight. A reminder of the night they’d burned through together. She blinked and turned, the sheets a soft tangle around her waist.Kelvin lay on his back beside her, arm thrown over his head, mouth slightly parted as he slept. His chest rose and fell, steady. The bruises from her nails were still visible on his tan skin, a line across his shoulder from where she’d pulled him closer, desperate to take more of him.Janiya just stared.Everything about him had been different, his quiet confidence, the way he didn’t try to impress her with money or charm. He didn’t need to. He was all presence and heat and unspoken power, like the city skyline just outside the glass—dangerous and unignorable.And he’d made her feel real. Not the billionaire’s daughter. Not the groomed heiress. Just Janiya.She shifted, sitting
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