Semua Bab Wet Desires:{Erotica Collections}: Bab 41 - Bab 50

The afternoon sun beat down on the back of Vivian’s and Nate’s neck, while the air carried the sweet smell of cotton candy and fried dough. All around them, the amusement park buzzed with life. Rollercoasters roared, sending screams echoing through the air, while the cheerful music from the carousel spun around in bright, tinkling notes. Nate pointed toward the towering Ferris wheel, its colorful cabins glinting in the sunlight as they slowly rotated against the clear blue sky. “We’re riding that next,” he said, his eyes lighting up. “The view from the top has to be incredible.” He looked at Vivian, a wide grin spreading across his face. Vivian didn’t answer. Her face was tight, jaw clenched, a thin sheen of sweat glistening on her forehead. She held the metal railing of the queue line so tightly her knuckles had gone white, fingers trembling as if she were trying to steady herself. “Viv? You good?” Nate’s voice cut through the noise of the park, laced with a teasing tone

The house lay in heavy silence, pressing in on Mira and making her fully aware of how utterly alone she was. Since becoming pregnant six months ago, Mira had spent most of her days at home, moving slowly through rooms that had once felt warm but now only echoed her thoughts back to her. Willam, her husband, had insisted she give up her small coffee shop, saying a pregnant woman should not be stressed or overworked. She had no choice but to close it, and with it went the routine that had once filled her hours and given her a sense of purpose. Now, the ticking clock in the hallway sounded impossibly loud, and every passing car outside seemed to emphasize just how still and stagnant Mira’s world had become. That afternoon, the silence felt even heavier. Willam had left only a short while ago to pick up their five-year-old daughter, Lily, from school. Since it was his day off, Mira had hoped he might give her some attention, maybe even affection. She had even let herself wonder

The kiss was fierce and hungry, raw with desperation. Months of sexual frustration and longing poured from Mira all at once, consuming them both.In the heat of the moment, the small box Mira had been clutching in her hand slipped and tumbled to the floor, forgotten.Derek reacted instantly, slipping his hand from her stomach and moving both of his hands to the small of her back, pulling her tight against him until her pregnant belly pressed against the hard muscle of his lower stomach. A low groan rumbled deep in his throat.His mouth captured Mira’s with the same intensity, his tongue slipping past her lips in a hungry and consuming kiss.His kiss was a claim, a fierce affirmation of everything he had told to her. In that moment, he was neither her ex-boyfriend nor her husband’s friend. He was the answer to the relentless heat that had been building inside her for so long.Mira’s fingers curled into Derek’s shirt, pulling him closer as she deepened the kiss. His taste was a mix of f

‘Ding-dong! Ding-dong!’ The doorbell rang again, sharp and insistent, slicing through the heated tension in the bedroom. Mira jerked back from Derek’s lap, slipping his cock from her grasp. Her eyes flew wide, panic flashing across her face as they locked on Derek’s. She pushed herself upright in a rush, her chest tight with fear. “Oh God,” Mira whispered, her voice trembling. “Could that be my husband?” Derek stiffened, sitting up on the edge of the bed. His muscles tensed as a flicker of panic crossed his face. “So early? You said he wouldn’t be back for another hour.” “I know, he shouldn’t… but… I don’t know—” Mira stammered, her mind racing with terrifying thoughts of being caught. “Just calm down, okay?” Derek said, his voice low and firm, cutting through her rising fear. He leaned forward, his hands closing over Mira’s bare shoulders, fingers digging in just enough to steady her, grounding her trembling form. “What if it’s truly him? What if he sees us? Oh god

| CHLOE POV | My bathroom was filled with steam, making the air thick and warm. I stood before the full-length mirror, naked, my skin still damp from the shower. Beads of water slid down my body as the steam lifted, the fog slowly retreating from the glass and revealing me piece by piece. I brought my fingers up to my upper chest and traced the tattoos, lingering over the intricate lines, a small smile curving my lips. Then I let my gaze wander over the rest of my body, tracing every tattoo and every surgical mark, each one a reminder of the enhancements I had made. My breasts, my hips, and my ass had all been done with one purpose in mind—to catch Josh’s attention. Yet no matter how much effort I poured into myself, he never seemed to notice me the way I wanted. My right arm was a full sleeve of tattoos, a tapestry of everything I thought Josh would love. My skin had become more than just skin, it had become a shrine to him. Tattoos also climbed up the front of my chest