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The novel lay open under her hands-wet, crumpled, dog‑eared. He looked at it, then at her. He pulled the book free with one hand, and his own wet fingers brushed between her thighs again, smart with urgency. "One more time?" he rasped. Claire stared at him-ache behind her eyes, voice hoarse. "Yes," she finally breathed. "One more time." He kissed her, deep and rough. Closed the book with his other hand-cover snapping shut with authority. She rode him one more time, skin slick, body trembling, pulses crashing as she came again-slow, powerful, echoing under the hush of books. Rowan groaned and came with her, feeding her tight until he fell forward, forearm over her back, his breath ragged.

Every time I brought up another dark romance, another obscure vampire lore theory, another fantasy where the heroine begged to be drained while she came undone, they would groan and roll their eyes. “Elena, for fuck’s sake, you need to get properly fucked by a living, breathing man instead of jerking off to fictional undead dick,” my best friend had laughed the last time. But she didn’t understand. Nothing—no toy, no lover, no late-night fling—had ever come close to the aching, throbbing need that vampire fantasies stirred in me. The surrender. The possession. The exquisite terror of giving your blood, your body, and perhaps even your soul to something far older and more powerful than you.

“You’re thinking I couldn’t possibly read smut, and you’re trying to judge yourself against all the super sexy book boyfriends out there. The thing about books is that they give people something to fantasize over. Something they might not want in real life, and that’s what makes it sexy. It’s something to take yourself out of your existential, boring, mundane world for a while and put you somewhere else. Well, I do read romance. I even read erotica. That being said, it’s not real, and I don’t expect it to be. You’re real, and I want to enjoy this. With you. I have no high standards to measure you against. Believe me. You already get a ten from me. I’m enjoying this because it’s you. I like t

“Fuck yeah, it fits. Fits you perfectly. You were made for me.” His words send a secret thrill through my heart, like an electric current. I had no idea it was possible to adore someone and want to screw his brains out at the exact same time. Love and sex have never been intertwined for me before this moment. If I weren’t on the precipice of having a seriously amazing orgasm, I’d probably be freaking out about that right now. But there’s no time for that nonsense because I’m about to blow. I’m going up and down, riding him like I’m in a rodeo, and he’s meeting me thrust for thrust. He starts yelling out of control, and it makes me feel like a warrior badass, totally slaying his ass.

'I’m attracted to you too. That message shoves me closer to the edge and I inhale. The thought of her skin on mine, her body pressed in close, her mouth tasting, teasing, touching parts of me drives me wild. This is by far the most vanilla fantasy I’ve had of any woman, but it might also be the sexiest. I want to touch her, please her, bring her to orgasm over and over and over again. I want to hear her moan my name, beg me for more, to take what she wants like she’s in charge.

"Whatever happened to love each other first then... then doing the deed after. Is everyone after physical contact only these days? What about getting to know each other first? Chivalry? Romantic date?" I sighed and stopped spinning, facing my laptop and visiting a bookstore's site to see what books sell. Ah, of course, my book wouldn't be in the top 10, and I didn't hope so; what's staring back at me is the top 10 best-selling books for the week, where five of ten are Erotic Romance books. "And I thought my company wouldn't be like other companies who are after profit; I was wrong. Then again, business is business."

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heat flooded her cheeks as she watched him perceive the panties, shoving them into his pocket afterwards. “My day is already made.” He said, drawing her closer for a kiss. “I’d love to do this again with you.” “How long have you been fantasizing fucking me in your car, sir?” She asked, smiling hard. “Since I saw you run out of my bed this morning.” “All your fantasies are weird, Mr. Anderson.” Not getting enough of his wet kisses, she pressed her mouth to his again. “I know, but you won’t blame me. I have a sweet thing in my hands. I should always get some sweetness whenever and however I can.”

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I gently graze his lips with mine, wetting them with my gentle kiss. He places his hands upon the small of my back and pulls me in closer, kissing me back with a soft and warm passion. His lips and tongue dance with mine—sending spasms of lust spiralling through my core. This first kiss feels so amazing—sensual, passionate, and delicately sexy. The expensive scent of his cologne only further spikes my desire for him. He smells so manly and clean.