Ayato Voice Lines

Wet Intentions is a collection of scorching short stories that drag you into the pulse of raw, aching lust. It starts with charged glances and feather-light touches that set skin on fire, then explodes into hungry mouths, roaming hands, and clothes torn away in seconds. Expect slow, teasing licks that turn into desperate tongues fucking deep, followed by thick, veined cocks sliding inch by slick inch into tight, dripping heat. Hips slam together with wet, filthy sounds—breasts heaving, backs arching, nails carving red lines while every thrust drives harder, deeper. Clits pulse under circling fingers as pounding builds to that shattering peak. Now dive in… and cum deep inside with me.

"I reject you," Bruno repeated, his voice carrying across the hushed clearing. "We are no longer mates. We can never be mates." The warmth that had always softened his green eyes whenever he looked at her was gone, replaced by a glacial indifference that chilled her to the bone. "No. No." Lyra shook her head vigorously, her carefully arranged hair coming loose, dark strands falling across her tear-stained face. She reached for him, clutching at the ceremonial jacket he wore. "This can't happen. You promised to protect me, to be by my side, to love me." Her voice rose with each word, desperation clawing at her throat. "Please, don't do this to me. You can't."

On the third day of my business trip out of state, someone new joined the group chat formed for my son's class. It had been quiet for weeks when she suddenly sent a voice message. I tapped it, and an unfamiliar woman's voice played through my phone. "Hello, everyone. I'm the new language teacher at the school, and I'm also Tony Gardner's mother. Looking forward to getting to know you all!" My whole body went cold. I opened the group member list and checked it over and over. My son's name was Tony Gardner, and she said she was Tony Gardner's mother. Then, who the hell was I? I immediately called my husband. "Did someone get added to the parent group by mistake?" He paused on the other end before he laughed it off like it was nothing. "Oh, probably just a mix-up. The school has so many kids. It's not unusual for kids to have the same names. What's the matter? Did something happen?" I kept my voice light and told him everything was fine. The second I hung up, I booked the next flight home and headed straight to my son's school.

My beautiful savior's eyes blazed with fury as he leaned in, his voice low and rumbling. “Little one, how do you envision their deaths?” he asked, his words dripping with power and command. I swallowed hard, my mind spinning. Their deaths? I have never thought about the end of this, They are my family. “I...I don't know,” I stammered, my voice barely audible. Fear constricted my throat, making it hard to breathe. Maybe I was blowing this out of proportion. My savior's expression softened as if he could feel my fear. “Take your time, little one,” he whispered, his voice gentle. “Their fate is now in your hands.” Fiona had always faced cruelty at the hands of her father, stepsister, and her stepmother. Tagging her as the unfortunate one of the family who had killed her mother. Until the day when her father sold her to the alpha king to pay for his debts. Fiona thought life would be better anywhere away from home and took the chance but how can a human girl survive in a werewolf world with lots of enemies? Her hope for freedom suddenly becomes blurry and now she has to fight even harder for love and respect.

“Agapi (love)” purrs a voice, a rich velvety voice as hot breath hits against my ear, sending shivers down my core making me whimper. “Words Principessa (Princess)” comes another soft yet firm smack to my ass. “Please” I whimper. My need for them growing. “Please what?” asks another. “What is it that you want? Say it Neonata (Baby Girl)” commands the dominating voice in the group. “Take me! I can’t bare it any longer” I cry. Tears threatening to fall from behind the blindfold. “See that wasn’t so hard, was it?” asks one of the voices, as I suddenly hear the smirk behind it. ~~~~~~~~~~ Isabella Moretti has always been a Princess. That is until her father seeks the help from four powerful men. Lucus, Grant, Alex and Tony are these men. Not only are they powerful but also leading men of the Mafia, each dominating within the office, streets, and bedroom. From wanting what they want to sharing just about everything. Wanted by many, Isabella has no choice but to marry not 1 but 4 of these powerful men, each offering pleasure in ways she could only dream of. But with 2 other families after her, can Isabella survive the madness? Or does acknowledging one’s deepest desires prove to be much, forever ruined by these notorious men?

Lyra Winters has been in a long-distance relationship with her boyfriend Ethan for over a year. When their once-perfect connection begins to fray, Lyra plans the ultimate Valentine's Day surprise—an engagement that will reignite their love, complete with a romantic getaway to the Maldives. But when a shocking betrayal shatters her world, Lyra finds herself in an unexpected and unpredictable situation. A chance encounter with a stranger—Roman Lennox, a successful and enigmatic CEO—leads to a surprising turn of events. In a moment of anger and heartbreak, Lyra makes a bold decision that will change the course of both their lives. As the lines between duty and desire blur, Lyra and Roman embark on a journey neither of them expected. With a fake engagement on the horizon, can a holiday romance turn into something real, or will the challenges ahead threaten to pull them apart?

Elizabeth thought she had it all: a fated mate, a happy life. But betrayal shattered her world when she was killed by the two people she trusted the most. Now, reborn with a thirst for vengeance, Elizabeth finds herself in a strange new reality where she has a chance to rewrite her fate. Her enemies are her allies, but revenge is a dangerous game, and the lines between love and hate blur when she falls for her new mate, Diego, a blast from the past whom she had wronged.Will she be able to hide this secret from Diego and continue her happy life with him? Will Elizabeth be able to break free from the cycle of revenge and save the man she loves before it's too late?

“Please don’t do this, I don’t want to marry you,” pleaded the girl, “You don’t have a choice but to obey me, my flower,” announced Sebastian. “But you are......... Sebastian D’Angelo, a billionaire who’s obsessed with petal, His friend’s daughter. He became a sicko chasing after a forbidden desire and swore to protect her when no one else can. A selfish man hellbent on ruining everyone’s lives over a teenage girl. Protecting her from the evil eyes, he didn’t realize when lines blurred—and the blurrier the line, the easier it is to cross. Now nothing can stop him from keeping his Petal safe by his side forever.

I thought I was signing a job contract. I didn’t know I was signing away my freedom. When desperation forces me into the office of billionaire CEO Adrian Blackwood, I accept a six-month personal assistant role that feels too perfect to be safe. The money is good. The rules are strict. And the man watching me across the table feels like he already knows how this ends. Adrian Blackwood is cold, powerful, and terrifyingly composed — a man who doesn’t make mistakes. And he didn’t hire me by accident. As lines blur between professionalism and possession, I begin to realize the contract isn’t the real danger. It’s him. And the truth I was never meant to find — not yet.

My twin sister is glowing on her wedding day, marrying the man I've secretly loved for years. Esmeray "Ray" Morales stood at the altar and watched her sister marry the man she loved. She was the quiet twin. The overlooked one. The shadow. And when Noah Sparks chose Elena, Ray left. Three years later, Elena is dead. Ray returns to care for her sister's son. To help Noah survive the loss. To keep her own heart buried beneath the guilt. But slipping into Elena's life blurs the lines she swore she'd never cross. And feelings Ray thought she buried start clawing their way back. Because love this forbidden doesn't fade. It festers.