All Chapters of Make Me Wet (An Erotica Collection): Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

Chapter 7Damian stood before me, his dark eyes burning with a mix of lust and need, I was pressed against the confessional booth, the wood rough against my bare back, the rosary beads biting into my wrists as he bound me tightly. The veil that I wore around my face now pooled at my feet, leaving me exposed, my pale skin flushed, my breath coming in shallow, desperate gasps.“Confess your sins, Sister,” Damian growled, his voice a low, dangerous sound that sent shivers down my spine. His fingers traced the curve of my hip, his touch possessive, his other hand gripping the crucifix from the booth’s altar. He pressed it into my palm, forcing my fingers to close around the cold metal. “Tell me how you’ve defiled yourself with me.”I bit my lip, my body trembling as I met his gaze. The weight of the crucifix in my hand was a cruel reminder of the vows I’d broken, my faith I'd betrayed. But the ache between my thighs, the way my nipples hardened under his stare, it all told a different

Chapter 2“You’ve been a good girl, but it’s time to show me what you’re really capable of.” His hand trailed down my spine, firm, leaving a trail of goosebumps. Before I could respond, he stepped away, leaving me trembling in anticipation. The room was dim, lit only by the soft glow of a single lamp. My husband usually used this room with his girls when he brought them over, letting me sleep in our bed. My heart pounded as I heard the drawer slide open, the sound echoing in the silence.Ethan returned, holding something in his hand, but he didn’t let me see it yet. “Turn around,” he commanded, his voice low and commanding. I obeyed, my eyes locking onto his as he stepped closer, a smirk playing on his lips. The air between us felt thick with lust and need, and I felt my breath quicken as he moved closer, his presence filling the space.“Tonight, you’re mine, baby,” he growled, his gaze intense, as if he could see straight into my soul. “Every inch of you. Every moan, every whimper

Chapter 4My body was still trembling as I lay sprawled on the bedside, my skin flushed and slick, my breath coming in ragged gasps as the last waves of my orgasm faded. I knew better. I always knew better. But the need had been too much, the memory of Ethan’s hands, his mouth, his cock, too fresh in my mind. I had given in, and now I would pay for it.The door creaked open.My body tensed, my muscles locking as the weight of his presence filled the room before I even saw him. The floorboards groaned under Ethan’s steps, each one sending a fresh jolt of anticipation through me. I didn’t turn my head, didn’t dare look at him, but I could feel his gaze raking over me, over the mess i’d made of myself, the way my thighs were still slightly parted, the glistening evidence of my disobedience smeared across my fingers.“Look at you,” he murmured, his voice a low, dangerous purr. The sound sent a shiver down my spine, my nipples tightening despite myself. “Still shaking from touching w

Chapter 1Snow crunches beneath my knees as I crouched beside the fallen man, my breath curling in the cold air. Cole lies broken in the bloodstained slush, his hunter’s leathers torn, his stomach filled of wounds. Blood seeps between his fingers where he presses them against his side, His lips are cracked, his breathing shallow, each inhale looks a chore against the cold seeping into his bones.I should leave him. I Should let the snow take another witch hunter, let his corpse rot where it falls. But his eyes….fuck, his eyes. Even half-lidded with pain, they burn into me, They’re a startling, unnatural green, Witches don’t have eyes like that. Ours are violet, or ice-blue, or the hollow black of a starless night. I crouche lower, my white hair, dyed black under my glamour The illusion is perfect brown eyes instead of purple, a human’s duller aura instead of the normal witch beauty Damian’s trembling hand lifts, His fingers smudged with his own blood, and he cups my jaw. “W

Chapter 3Cole’s entire body locks up, a broken sound tearing from his throat as the redhead’s mouth descends on him again, her tongue swirling around the head of his cock before she takes him to the back of her throat.The raven-haired witch shoves him to his knees with a rough laugh. Her foot presses against his shoulder, pinning him down as she steps forward, her robe parting to reveal the dark curls between her legs, already slick with arousal. “Suck,” she commands, She grinds her pussy against his mouth, her hands tangling in his hair to hold him in place. Cole has no choice but to obey, his tongue delving into her, lapping at the wet heat of her. her pussy clenched around his tongue as she moans, her hips rolling in urgent, demanding circles.The brunette steps in front of him pushing the raven haired witch away, her hand gripping his hair, guiding his mouth to her. “That’s it, whore,” she murmurs, her voice thick with arousal as she grinds against his lips. “Make me come.” H