All Chapters of 🔞Crimson Temptations: Velvet Lips of Erotic Obsession : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

The storm did not pass quickly. It raged on through the night, lashing the stone walls of Ashbourne Manor with rain, the wind howling against the shutters as if the heavens themselves were furious at what had been done inside. In her chamber, she lay restless, her body aching in places she had never known could ache. The fire burned low, casting unsteady shadows across the chamber walls, but its warmth did nothing to quiet the memory of what had happened in the library.Every time she closed her eyes she saw him again. His hands gripping her wrists, his body pressing her to the shelves, his breath hot and merciless against her ear. She could still feel him, thick and unrelenting, splitting her open, filling her until she screamed. The shame of it should have buried her. She should have prayed for forgiveness, begged heaven to cleanse her of the sin. But instead she pressed her thighs together beneath the coverlet, shuddering at the pulse of heat that came back to life with every thoug

The storm battered the windows of the captain’s cabin, rattling the glass with every strike of wind and rain. The sea roared, the ship groaned, and the lanterns swung wildly on their hooks, throwing restless shadows across the room. Evelyn stood trembling in the center of it, her soaked gown heavy, her chest rising and falling in shallow breaths. She felt cornered, hunted, as though the storm itself had driven her into the jaws of this man who now watched her with a predator’s patience.Lucien Drake leaned against the edge of his desk, arms folded across his broad chest. His dark hair clung damp to his face, his jaw shadowed, his eyes steady and merciless. He looked at her as though he had already stripped her bare and branded her with his name.“You shake like a rabbit caught in a snare,” he said, his voice a low growl. “But I can smell the heat of you even through this storm.”Her breath caught, shame and fire rising together. She wrapped her arms around herself, clutching at the bo

The palace was silent, but silence could be deadly.Princess Selene lay in her chambers, the embroidered canopy of her bed a veil of comfort she could not feel. The ball had ended hours ago, yet sleep refused to come. The laughter of nobles, the music of harps, the sweet taste of wine still lingered faintly on her lips. She stared at the golden glow of the candle at her bedside, waiting for her body to yield to rest.It was then she heard it.A faint shift in the air. A creak of wood, so soft she would not have noticed if her heart had not already been restless. She sat up slowly, her silk gown slipping from her shoulder, her breath shallow. Her eyes darted toward the far corner of the room.And she saw him.A figure clothed in black, face half-hidden beneath a hood, stood in the shadows like a phantom. The dagger in his hand gleamed faintly in the candlelight, the curve of the blade cold and certain. His presence was suffocating, silent but vast, as if death itself had entered her ch

The bells of Valmere tolled through the night, deep and hollow, warning the city that danger had breached the outer walls. The streets below the castle were already chaos, fires blooming against the darkness, the clang of steel and the cries of the wounded carrying through the smoke-choked air. Inside the stone keep, Lady Elira stood by the window of her chamber, her pale hands clutching the sill, her eyes wide as she watched shadows move like swarms of ants through the streets.Her father, the Duke of Valmere, had told her she would be safe. The castle had never fallen in all its centuries. But fear did not listen to promises. Fear lived in her lungs, in the frantic beat of her heart, and it whispered that tonight everything would change.Behind her, the heavy door creaked open. Boots clicked against the marble floor, steady and measured. She knew the sound. Her body stiffened before she even turned.“Sir Kael,” she breathed.The knight filled the doorway, tall and broad, clad in bla

She had not walked without pain since childhood. Every step had once been a careful prayer, every breath a reminder of how easily her bones could turn to splinters beneath her own weight. Seraphine had lived in silence for so long that she forgot what laughter felt like in her throat. Her world had been soft beds, hushed attendants, and the constant fear that a single misstep would leave her broken beyond repair. Until he came.Valerius arrived in her father’s hall like a quiet storm, robed in dark velvet and carrying the scent of smoke and rare herbs. He was not a healer by trade but an alchemist with a reputation steeped in whispers. Some called him a miracle worker, others a man who had bargained with forces mortals were never meant to touch. Her father had been desperate enough to summon him and desperate men rarely asked the cost before agreeing to a cure.He saw Seraphine only once before agreeing. His eyes were a strange shade of gray, catching light like polished metal. When h