Todos los capítulos de Steamy Chronicles collections : Capítulo 61 - Capítulo 70

SAINT:The news of my reassignment landed unexpectedly; Ravenheed was to be my next destination. Honestly, I couldn’t have cared less. As long as it meant escaping those perpetually judgmental eyes… though I would admit, I’d miss the sisters. They always kept me busy, and thoroughly satisfied.Unholy, yes. But fucking them made me feel more alive than anything. Two days in Ravenheed, however, and that particular urge seemed to wither and die.This church was less a house of worship and more a gathering place for the town’s elderly population, rivaling any nursing home in its demographic. The mayor’s wife, though, was undeniably striking. She’d offered a warmer welcome than anyone else, especially during Friday’s after-service charity work, a task she’d chosen to oversee, staying after everyone else had left.She’d thought I wasn’t watching, but I was. Oh, I was. The subtle way she’d unbuttoned her sleeve, just enough to offer a tantalizing glimpse of the boobs beneath that pink pus

LILY'S POV:It was a simple request—or that's what Nini, my best friend, told me when she dragged me to a housewarming party downtown.I had decided not to go, to stay indoors and binge-watch the full season of "Game of Thrones." It was a simple, perfect plan.The next minute, I was standing in front of my bedroom's full-length mirror, trying to figure out if my dress was appropriate for a housewarming.Nini arrived at my house within thirty minutes, carrying a bottle of wine and wearing a wide smile."You didn't tell me we were supposed to bring a gift," I asked, confused.I hate getting agitated over things like worrying about which gift someone would love or hate, or what would be perfect for a housewarming."Relax, Lily," Nini said. "Even though we were invited, I thought it would be nice to bring them something."I said nothing, hoping they wouldn't think badly of us for bringing just one gift. I picked up my purse, slung it over my shoulder, grabbed my coat, and headed out of my

ALEXANDRO AND LAUREN:The moment Alexandro's lips left mine, I was breathless, my heart pounding against my ribs like a caged bird desperate to break free. His hands moved with purpose, sliding down the straps of my gown, letting it fall to the floor in a pool of silk. I stood there in nothing but my lace underwear, my skin flushed and tingling under his gaze. He smirked, his dark eyes devouring me, and I felt a rush of heat between my legs. "You're so fucking beautiful," he murmured, his voice rough and low, sending shivers down my spine.He stepped closer, his hands cupping my breasts, thumbs brushing over my hardened nipples. I gasped, arching into his touch, my head falling back as he leaned in to take one peak into his mouth. His tongue swirled, sucking gently, and I moaned, my hands tangling in his hair. "Alexandro," I whispered, my voice trembling. "Please."He chuckled, a deep, rumbling sound that vibrated against my skin. "Please what, Lauren?" he teased, his lips trailin

STORY OF RYKER & LYRA: The room was bathed in the soft, golden light of dusk, the kind that seemed to pause time itself. He stood before her, his tall frame casting a long shadow across the hardwood floor. His hands, calloused yet gentle, framed her face as he set her down beside the bed. The question that slipped from his lips was unexpected, a stark contrast to the commanding presence she had grown accustomed to. “Are you sure?”She blinked, her heart skipping a beat. This wasn’t the man who barked orders or demanded obedience. This was someone else entirely—vulnerable, uncertain, and achingly human. Her breath caught in her throat as she met his gaze, her own question tumbling out before she could stop it. “Are you?”His smile was a fragile thing, both sad and beautiful, like the last ray of sunlight before nightfall. “I haven’t been sure of anything since the day you walked into my life.”The air between them thickened, charged with unspoken truths and the weight of what was t

Paul:I had just returned from summer camp, my skin still tingling from the sun and my mind buzzing with newfound desires. The camp had been a revelation, a place where I discovered parts of myself I never knew existed. Among the pine trees and the scent of campfire smoke, I realized I wasn't like the other guys who drooled over the counselors in their tight shorts. No, my gaze kept wandering to the boys—their lean muscles, their shy smiles, their laughter that made my heart race. I had spent weeks denying it, but the truth was undeniable: I liked boys. And now that I was home, I wasn't going to waste time pretending anymore.As I dragged my duffel bag up the driveway, I noticed something different about the house next door. The curtains were drawn, and there was a faint glow from the upstairs window. That's when I saw him—Danny. He was standing on the porch, his nose buried in a book, his glasses sliding down his nose. He was new to the neighborhood, a nerdy, tempting-looking boy