ANMELDENChapter two Sageâs lips brushed Elenaâs spine as morning light filled the bedroom. âGood morning,â she whispered, sliding her hand between Elenaâs thighs. âStill want more after last night?âElena moaned softly and pressed back against her. âYes. I need you to touch me. I need to feel you again.âSage slipped two fingers into her without hesitation. âLike this? Or do you want it harder?ââHarder,â Elena gasped. âMake me feel it.âSage thrust deeper, curling her fingers while kissing Elenaâs neck. âYou are so wet already. Did you dream about me?ââYes,â Elena admitted, rocking her hips. âI dreamed about your mouth on me. About both of us forgetting the script completely.âSage added a third finger and moved faster. âThen stop thinking about the film right now. Just feel me.âElena cried out as pleasure built quickly. âSage⌠I am close already donât stop.ââCome for me,â Sage urged, biting gently at her shoulder. âLet me hear how much you need this.âElena shattered moments later, moan
đŚChapter one đŚSageâs tongue moved with devastating precision between Elena Vossâs thighs. The famous actress gripped the edge of the rehearsal bed, her back arching as pleasure surged through her body. A sharp cry escaped her lips when Sage sucked firmly on her clit while thrusting two fingers deep inside her.âGod⌠yes,â Elena gasped, her voice trembling. This was only their third rehearsal session, yet her body already responded to Sage with frightening intensity.Two weeks earlier, Elena had hired Sage as her professional body double for the most explicit role of her career. The film demanded raw, vulnerable sex scenes that Elena refused to perform herself. Sage, a seasoned intimacy performer with a reputation for authenticity, had seemed like the perfect solution. Now, in this private studio, the lines between professional preparation and genuine desire were rapidly dissolving.Sage lifted her head briefly, her lips glistening. âYou are tensing again, Elena. Stop acting and fee
Chapter 2: The Breaking PointElias remained motionless in the doorway while the weight of his words settled over the room. Mara stared at him with wide eyes, her body still connected to Marcus in the most intimate way possible. The air felt thick with shock and unspoken questions.âWhat do you mean you have been watching?â Mara asked, her voice trembling yet laced with unmistakable arousal. She made no immediate effort to separate from her lover.Elias stepped fully into the bedroom and closed the door behind him with deliberate calm. âFor several nights now. I returned earlier than I told you. I saw everything; every touch and moan. Every time you gave yourself to him in our bed.âMarcus slowly withdrew from Mara and sat back on his heels, his expression guarded. âElias, brother, this is not how I wanted you to find out. We never planned to hurt you.ââYet here we are,â Elias replied evenly. He approached the bed and looked down at his wife. âDid you enjoy yourself while I fought fo
Chapter 1: Fractured HomecomingElias Kane stepped through the front door just after midnight, duffel bag thudding softly against the frame. The house felt too still. âMara?â he called quietly but no answer.He moved into the kitchen, flipping on the light. His eyes landed on the steel watch sitting on the counter. A man's watch that's clearly not his own. âWhat the hellâŚâA car door slammed outside. Elias flinched hard, back hitting the wall as memories surgedâexplosions, shouting, dust choking his lungs. âNot now,â he muttered through clenched teeth. âBreathe, damn it.âThe episode passed after a minute. He wiped sweat from his brow and noticed the whiskey glasses beside the watch. Two of them; one with lipstick, his stomach dropped. On the couch lay Marcusâs leather jacket, the familiar tear on the sleeve staring back at him like an accusation.Maraâs phone buzzed on the table. Elias picked it up. The screen showed a new text.Unsaved number: Canât stop thinking about how loud you
Chapter TwoRonan leaned in and kissed her. It was slow and deep, full of all the tension that had built during their sessions. His hands were gentle on her waist, but his kiss was full of want.When they pulled apart, both of them were breathing harder.âIâve wanted to do that for a while,â Ronan said quietly.âMe too,â Clara whispered.They kissed again, slower this time. Ronanâs hands moved carefully, sliding under her shirt. âYouâre sure?â he asked.âYes,â Clara said. âI want this.âRonan lifted her onto the tattoo chair, kissing her as he worked her shirt off. He kissed down her neck, sucking lightly on her skin. âYou taste so good,â he murmured. âIâve been thinking about this since your first session.âClara moaned softly as he kissed her breasts, taking his time with each nipple. âRonan⌠that feels so nice.âHe moved lower, pulling her pants down and spreading her legs. He licked her slowly, savoring her. âYou taste even better than I imagined,â he said. His tongue circled he
Chapter One Clara sat in the waiting area of the tattoo studio, hands clasped tightly in her lap. She had never done anything like this before. At twenty-eight, she was a quiet accountant who lived a safe, predictable life. But after her breakup six months ago, she wanted something different. Something that felt like hers.The studio was quiet. Soft music played in the background. Claraâs heart beat faster when the artist came out from the back room.Ronan was tall and lean, with tattoos covering his arms. His dark hair was a little messy, and his eyes were sharp but kind. He smiled when he saw her.âYou must be Clara,â he said, voice low and steady. âReady for your first tattoo?âShe nodded, standing up. âYeah. I think so.âHe led her to his station in the back. âFirst time is always a little scary. Weâll take it slow. What are we doing today?âClara showed him the small design on her phone â a simple crescent moon with delicate stars. âI want it on my wrist. Something small but mea
đChapter 2đRyan didnât waste the small chance we had. The second Momâs footsteps faded toward the kitchen, he pulled out of me just long enough to turn me around and lift me onto the hallway table. My ass cheeks sat right on the edge, legs spread wide around his hips. He looked at me with those
đChapter 1đMy back hit against the hallway wall so hard a picture frame fell beside my head. Ryanâs big hand gripped my mouth tightly before I could even gasp. His eyes were wild, dark with that dangerous hunger I knew too well. His other hand was already pulling my loose shorts down my thighs,
đŚChapter 1đŚThe bedroom door swung open without a knock. Jake stood there, frozen, keys still in his hand from practice. His eyes locked onto the bed where his stepmom, Laura, lay with her legs spread wide. Her night gown was pushed up to her waist. One hand pinched her hard nipple while the othe
đChapter 3đRyanâs cock was still buried deep inside me. We both froze, staring at each other in the bathroom mirror. Momâs voice came again from right outside the door, soft but clear.âSophie? Honey, are you okay? I need the lotion from the cabinet. My hands are so dry from that cake.âMy heart







