ログインJADE.I lean in and our lips meet. Soft exploration at first. Then deeper when her hand slides into my hair and pulls me closer with just enough pressure to feel possessive.She tastes like mint and something sweeter underneath. Her tongue slides against mine and the kiss turns heated faster than I expected.When she pulls back we're both breathing harder."That was good," she says quietly. Just for me, not playing to the camera. "Again but slower this time. Make me chase it."We kiss again and this time I pull back slightly when she leans in. Make her tighten her grip in my hair to hold me still. Let the tension wind up until we're both chasing it.Her hands push the robe off my shoulders and it puddles on the bed behind me. Now I'm naked except for the underwear wardrobe specifically chose so Riley could remove it on camera."Lie back," she says.I lie back against the pillows and she follows me down. Her mouth finds my neck. Works down to my collarbone. The valley between my brea
JADEThree years in porn and first days still make my stomach twist.Not the sex. That stopped being intimidating around month two when I realized my job was just showing up and doing what came naturally while someone filmed it. It's everything else. New crew who might be professional or might be creeps. New director who might know what they're doing or might waste six hours on bad angles. New scene partner who could be amazing or awful and there's no way to tell until the cameras start rolling.Today is worse than usual because my scene partner is Riley Vance.Riley Vance who has more awards than I have years in the industry. Riley Vance who's known for being selective about who she works with and brutal about calling out bad performers. Riley Vance who apparently requested me specifically for this scene which is either the biggest compliment of my career or about to be the most humiliating experience of my life.Possibly both.I'm in hair and makeup going over the scene outline when
CLARA.My face goes hot. "What?""You heard me. Touch yourself while I undress. Show me what you did while I was gone.""I didn't—""Don't lie to me, Clara. Did you touch yourself thinking about me?"I did. Multiple times. "Yes.""Then show me how."My hand slides between my legs with shaking fingers. I'm still sensitive from two orgasms and the touch makes me gasp."That's it," he says. He's pulling off his shirt now and I can see all that muscle and those scars. "Circle your clit. Slowly. Make yourself feel good."I do what he says and watch him strip. When he pushes down his trousers and smallclothes his cock springs free hard and thick and ready.A month of marriage and I'm still not used to the size of him."Keep going," he says. "Don't stop."I keep touching myself while he watches and it should be embarrassing but it's not. It's the most erotic thing I've ever done."Slide your fingers inside," he says. "Show me how you fucked yourself thinking about me."I slide two fingers in
CLARAOne month of marriage and I've turned into someone I don't recognize.The kind of woman who counts hours until her husband returns from a week-long diplomatic trip. The kind who plans what she'll wear when he walks through the door. The kind who's currently lying in his bed wearing nothing but black silk and lace waiting for him to finish his last meeting.I never thought I'd be this person.But then I never expected to fall for my husband this hard this fast.Matthias left a week ago for negotiations with the eastern provinces. Standard political business that required his presence. He asked if I wanted to come but I had obligations here that couldn't be postponed.A week shouldn't feel this long.But seven days without him in our bed has felt like months.I shift against the sheets and the silk chemise slides against my skin. Black. Sheer enough to be pointless. The dressmaker raised her eyebrows when I ordered it but didn't ask questions.She probably guessed what it was for.
CLARA.The ceremony is beautiful in that formal way royal weddings always are.Hundreds of guests. Elaborate decorations. A priest who drones on about duty and alliance and the sanctity of marriage for what feels like hours.I barely hear any of it.I'm standing next to Matthias trying not to think about tonight while simultaneously unable to think about anything else.Trying not to notice how his hand feels when he slides the ring onto my finger.Trying not to react when he lifts my veil and kisses me for the first time in front of everyone.The kiss is brief. Appropriate for public ceremony. But there's heat underneath it that makes my skin feel tight.When he pulls back his eyes are darker. "My queen," he says quietly.The title sounds different when he says it.The reception lasts forever. Dancing and toasts and endless congratulations from people I don't know. Matthias stays by my side the entire time with his hand on my lower back in a gesture that feels both possessive and prot
CLARA.I meet my husband for the first time three hours before our wedding.Not ideal but better than some arrangements where the bride doesn't see the groom until he's lifting her veil at the altar.My father made this match six months ago. An alliance between our kingdom and the northern territories that have been threatening our borders for a decade. Marriage instead of war. My hand in exchange for peace.Romantic.I've spent six months preparing for this. Learning northern customs. Memorizing names of lords and ladies I'll be expected to recognize. Practicing my new title until it stops sounding wrong.Queen Clara of the North.Still sounds wrong."He's here," my lady-in-waiting says from the doorway. "King Matthias has arrived. Your father wants you in the south parlor."My stomach drops. "Now?""Now, your highness."I stand and smooth my dress even though it doesn't need it. Blue silk with silver embroidery. Not my wedding dress but nice enough to make a first impression.First
TELLEN."Fuck, Tellen, right there, don't stop, I'm going to come."Kane's face is pressed into the pillow, ass in the air, and I'm pounding into him with everything I have. We've been at this for twenty minutes already and he's been close for the last five, begging me to let him finish."Not yet,"
DANTE.Her hand around me is going to end this before it starts."Valentina," I manage through clenched teeth."Val." She strokes slowly, deliberately. "Only my boss calls me Valentina. You're going to call me Val while I make you fall apart.""Val, I'm going to—""No you're not." Her hand stops mo
SLEYAI broke Tatrum Valenti’s nose three years ago at the Vienna Championships and I’d do it again right now if he were standing in front of me.We were backstage after the final results came in. I’d lost gold to him by two points. He was standing there in his tailsuit looking like someone had car
WINREY.I sleep for eighteen hours straight.When I finally wake up, my body feels like it's been taken apart and reassembled wrong. Everything aches. My pussy is so sore I'm afraid to move. My muscles scream in protest when I try to sit up.There's a note on my pillow in iridescent ink that shifts







