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I grunted. Liam looked up at me with his cock which was already hard laid back and leaking against his stomach. “Yeah?” He smirked. “If I am, take me then, Ryan. I need more.” “You bet I will,” was my reply before I kissed him deeply with our tongue fighting as I ground my hip down. Our cocks began to rub together when I climbed over him. The friction was hot and slick with precum, and the friction also felt perfect. I reached between us and wrapped my hand around the both of us in order to slowly stroke both of our cocks together with a tight grip.

The amount of people that would read gay smut paled when compared to straight. “You aren’t wrong there,” Nocturne replied. “I’m planning to have a small line of LGBTQ+ fiction as well as more mainstream books. It’s been easy to get straight romance and adventure books. The search for good LGBTQ+ authors has been harder. It’s also because I want to read a spicy gay smut novel.” The admission at the end caught Leo off guard. Nocturne had a mischievous gleam in his eye when he said that part.

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Soft. Sweet. Addictive. God. I wanted her more than I should. More than was safe. And the worst part? It wasn’t only lust. If it were just lust, this would’ve been easier. But Isabella made me feel things I hadn’t felt in years. Things I buried a long time ago. The last woman who made me feel this way was Selene. Amelia’s mother. My jaw tightened instantly at the thought of her. That woman nearly destroyed me once.

"Now, my love, let me show you how an Alpha pleases his Luna." He picked up a small, leather-bound book from the chest, its pages yellowed with age. "This is a collection of ancient erotic rituals, passed down through generations of werewolves." Flipping through the pages, he found the one he sought. "This ritual, 'The Moon's Embrace,' is said to bring the Luna to heights of ecstasy like no other." Isla's curiosity grew as she watched him read, her eyes fixed on his intense concentration.

I swallowed hard, "I.. I don't know I don't think -" "Do you want me or not Isabella?", he asked again, this time with a hint of desperation in his voice. I nodded, "I do". "Good, because I want you too". I'm dreaming again, aren't I? This is one of those my sex dreams isn't it? Before I could say a word, his hands slipped under my robe, going straight down and slowly under my legs. His hands played with my pussy lips. "You're wet already? damn", he mumbled.

The study was a sanctuary of flickering orange light and deep, velvety shadows. The fire in the hearth had burned down to a pile of glowing embers, casting a warm, amber glow across the rows of leather-bound books and the heavy mahogany desk that now served as Clara's altar. Julian had swept the papers and inkwells to the floor with a single, violent motion of his arm, the crash of crystal and parchment long forgotten.

“But right now, before you go out into the world, we need to spend some time reminding you exactly who your body belongs to.” The intense emotional argument shifted instantly into a wave of hot, consuming passion. They lifted my body effortlessly off the floor and carried me over to the large leather couch in the corner of the library. They stripped the clothes from my body with frantic, impatient hands, their eyes devouring my bare skin in the dim light of the room. They took turns tasting every single inch of me. Alexander lowered his head between my thighs, his hot tongue licking my wet pussy with long, expert strokes, while Damien captured my breasts, sucking on my nipples until I was wr

Maybe this was a side he’d kept hidden from her, a side that only came out when he was alone? The bookshelf too, was full of clues to Jacob’s secret. The Story of O . Billionaire Blackmail . Fifty Shades of Grey . Delta of Venus . Books by the Marquis de Sade and Leopold von Sacher Masoch. The Marketplace . Every book Emily selected was erotica. She wished she’d found this stash years ago. How exciting would those evenings alone have been then?

"You want a puppet who'll nod and smile. However, now the puppet's strings are cut, and you're freaking out." Francis' expression turned icy. "I'm not freaking out." "Then why switch my meds?" I asked, a challenge. "You're terrified. Terrified that without those drugs, I'll realize I don't love…" His response was to kiss me, a fierce, angry kiss. I fought back, but he held me by the nape of my neck, deepening the kiss until the metallic taste of blood filled my mouth. He had bitten my lip. It was a kiss unlike any other in the ten years I had known him, fueled by both lust and a need to punish.