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No, this was the rush I lived for. I uncrossed my legs slowly, letting my short skirt ride up my thighs a bit as I sat forward, my full breasts pressing against my blouse. My nipples were already hard, rubbing against the lace of my bra. I smiled at him, bold as ever. “Because it’s exactly that, Dr. Black. The character isn’t surrendering out of love. She’s wet for the control, the way he pins her down with words and authority before he even touches her. It’s raw. It’s filthy. And pretending it’s just intellectual is bullshit. Don’t you think?”

But the truth is simple in a way most people wouldn’t understand. I have a dangerously high libido and I’m NEVER sexually satisfied. And because of that, every relationship I’ve had seems to end the same way. The first one called me “too intense.” He said I made him feel like he was always trying to keep up with something he couldn’t understand. We lasted two weeks after having a threesome with his crazy elder brothers. Even then, it felt like I’d just started. They didn’t satisfy me at all—sexually or otherwise. I barely even came.

Lucas was mine now, and I was his, the forbidden bond stronger than any sacred tie. I traced patterns on his chest, already planning the next time I would push him over the edge. His hand stroked my hair, and I smiled against his skin. The wolf had surrendered, and the heat between us burned hotter than ever. We dozed briefly, but his cock stirred against my thigh, and soon we were at it again, this time with me riding him on the couch, my hips rolling as he gripped my waist and thrust up to meet every descent. His knot swelled inside me once more, locking us as I ground down, milking every drop from him while his mouth latched onto my nipple, sucking hard enough to leave marks.

While you're at it, you can check out my other profile @KinahFeels. I also write there, and if you're fan of romance, adventure, African fiction, etc, you'll find them there! I'd really really appreciate if you could check my books out. Thanks in advance. 1. BABY'S DADDY (pregnancy-romance) 2 HER DILEMMA (erotica) 3. ALACRIMIA (General fiction) 4. ON AIR (pregnancy-romance)

Once again, I’m writing a story to honor the request of a reader! A little over a year ago, Ms. Ciara Townsend wrote to me: “My best friend and I are avid readers, and my favorite books usually have white lead characters and black minor characters, and they’re usually quite ghetto. It’s a little discouraging when all of the couples are with people of the same race when there are so many mixed people in the world. I would love an interracial romance, especially when there are so many people that don’t believe in it.”

She practically fell into the first available empty seat she could find, three rows from the front, dropping her satchel to the floor with a thud. The air in the room had changed. It was charged, anticipatory. All eyes were fixed on him as he placed his coffee and bag on the lectern at the front. He didn’t need to call for silence. His presence commanded it. Scarlett’s fingers trembled as she opened her notebook. She dared not to look up. She bit her lip, trying to steady her thoughts. She had survived. Dr. Clarke began to speak, his voice filling the hall. “Today our topic is ‘Forbidden Romance’.”

“You don’t remember, do you? Last night we finally merged. Our twin flames ignited. Our souls fused when I filled you.” She blinked rapidly, trying to pull away, but I held her firm. The mirrors multiplied us in endless pairs locked together. “Damien, stop. We were drunk. That was… we can’t—” I cut her off with a deep kiss, my tongue invading her mouth while my free hand slid down to cup her breast, pinching the nipple hard. “Can’t? Serena, feel it. Look around.” I forced her head to turn, making her stare at the reflections. Dozens of Damens dominated dozens of Serenas. “Our bond is supernatural. Without my cock claiming this pussy every single day, your soul will fracture. You’ll wither in

Her brother, thankfully, was out with friends—some last-minute poker night. Good. She padded into the living room, heading straight for the bookshelf Adrian always hovered around. His collection was huge, but it was the bottom shelf she wanted—dark red spines, old bindings. Erotica, classic and poetic. She’d seen the way his eyes lingered on those books when he thought no one was watching. Her fingers brushed one of the worn covers: Venus in Furs. She smirked. Just as she was settling onto the couch with it—tucked into the far corner, legs curled beneath her—she heard a door open.

Here is a list of my current books: *A Rancher's Fall (Romance) *A Chance At Love (Romance) *A Hint of Misunderstanding (Werewolf Romance) Thank you again. Happy Readings