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The Beast King's Touch (II)
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Deep Inside (Erotica short story collections) Obey, My fire (III)
Caelan POVShe was asleep beside me, finally. Quiet, soft. Her hair spilled across my chest like flame, her fingers twitching even in her dreams. I'd ruined her. I'd watched her break and beg, and I hadn't even touched the surface of what I wanted from her.And still, she stayed.I slid out of bed, moving like a shadow, naked and still hard. My cock pulsed even now, aching for more of her. Her taste lingered on my tongue, on my fingers, on my cock. But this, this wasn’t over. Not until she knew who I really was beneath all the teasing and torment.Not until I knew if she could survive me.She stirred. Her lashes fluttered. “Caelan?” Her voice, hoarse and bruised with pleasure, lit something possessive in me.I crouched beside the bed. My fingers traced her inner thigh. “You’re awake.”She nodded, reaching for me.I caught her wrist. “No. Hands stay on the bed.”Her eyes widened. But she obeyed.“You thought that was the end?” I murmured. “You thought I’d let you sleep with my cum drip
Deep Inside (Erotica short story collections) Obey, My Fire (II)
I woke in silk sheets that smelled like him, dark leather, pine, and something primal.The space was low-lit, shadows hugging every corner. I was still sore between my thighs, skin marked where he'd touched, claimed, punished. My wrists tingled from the cuffs. My nipples still throbbed from the clamps he'd removed with his mouth, slowly, like a reward. Like I was something to savor.And yet, I felt...alive.I sat up slowly, pulling the blanket around me, heart beating unevenly as I looked around the penthouse bedroom. Then I saw him—Caelan. Standing at the floor-length window, shirtless, his tattoos in full display. A jagged raven spanned his spine, wings black and torn. The muscles of his back moved with each breath like living armor."You disobeyed," he said without turning around. His voice wasn’t angry. It was...calm. Dangerous.“I didn’t mean to,” I said, quietly."You came without permission. Twice."I felt heat flood my cheeks. “I tried to hold back—”"You didn’t," he said. He
Deep Inside (Erotica short story collections) Obey, My Fire (I)
Warnings: Explicit, steamy, delayed pleasure, sex toys, dark romance, unhinged male lead, dominant-submissive tension, humanized emotion...“Obey me, or I’ll make you beg for it.”That was the first thing he said when I stepped into his penthouse. No welcome, no small talk. Just that command. And God help me, I obeyed.His name was Caelan Dray. The man they whispered about at boardrooms and parties, a ghost who built his empire through shadows and silence. He didn’t smile. He didn't ask. He took. And the moment his eyes pinned me, something reckless bloomed in my chest.“Strip,” he said now, his voice a low, brutal growl as he leaned back in the leather chair, sleeves rolled up, tattoos slipping from his forearms like sin.My throat went dry. But I did as told. Slowly. A button at a time.“You hesitate,” he murmured, his eyes fixed on me like I was prey. “You want to be in control, but you don’t know how to surrender. That’s why you’re here.”I swallowed hard. “I came for a contrac
Deep Inside (Erotica short story collections) His Claim (II)
Patrick didn’t let her go.Not that night. Not the next morning.And certainly not after the way she moaned his name with her back arched, legs trembling, soaked around his cock as if she was made to be filled by him.He'd told himself it would be once.A single mistake. A weakness.But the feel of her still haunted his fingertips.She slept in his bed now, her small, soft body curled against his bare chest like she belonged to him. Her scent was already in his sheets, under his skin, locked in his blood.He hadn’t even marked her yet, and already, she was his.Every time she stirred in the night, his cock responded.Hard. Needy. Ready.He tried to resist. But the beast in him, the one that had been locked in iron for years, was wide awake now. Starving.And she was the only thing that satisfied it.Chalette woke to the sound of metal scraping against stone.Patrick stood at the edge of the room, naked, dragging a massive iron bolt across the door.Locking it.Her thighs clenched inst
Deep Inside (Erotica short story collections) His Claim (I)
The first time Chalette Kadim saw him, he was standing in the courtyard beneath a blood-soaked moon, bare-chested and glistening with sweat from the forge, hammer in hand.Patrick Allen.Her guardian. Her warden. Her curse.He was supposed to be a myth. A half-shadow man who’d ruled the iron hills for centuries, exiled from the royal court for crimes no one would speak of. And yet here he was, alive, carved from stone and fire, every part of him dangerous.She had been sent to him as punishment.“Keep her until the season changes,” the King had ordered. “Break her spirit. Then send her back.”He didn’t ask questions. He never did. He only stared, long and hard, before turning away with a mutter of disinterest.But Chalette knew what she saw in that look, curiosity, hunger.And she was starving, too....The manor was all cold corridors and locked doors, save for the forge where Patrick worked shirtless through the night, the sound of steel shaping steel echoing into her dreams. She
Deep Inside (Erotica short story collections) The Butler’s Eyes (II)
flashbacks Jia Juno was sixteen when their parents married.Kai was nineteen, already under the thumb of the Juno crime syndicate, already blooded, already breaking ribs for information in the marble basements below the estate.He knew it the moment he saw her.The moment she glided barefoot into the room, eyes like lit coals, hair a dark spill over a lace nightgown too sheer for decency.She had no shame.And he had no salvation.He called her “sister” once.Only once.She slapped him.“You’re not my fucking brother,” she said. “So don’t say it like you are.”And just like that something inside him snapped.No. Not snapped.Awakened.That night, Kai watched her through the narrow slit between her door and the hallway shadows. She always left it cracked open, careless in her innocence or maybe intentional in her defiance.She slept naked.He learned that fast.She never used a blanket either, just curled sideways, the curve of her ass peeking from under her sheet, a hand tucked betwe
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