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His skin scorched mine. A small whimper escaped my lips, helpless and betraying. And tears pricked my eyes as I heard him growl in my ear, in that deep tone that curled my insides along with my toes— dark, gravelly, laced with sin, his words brushed against my ear and tore through every barrier I had built. “Hello, lioness…” ____ A. Gupta Check out my completed books, if you like dark romance. These anti heroes are way darker than Ryan Johnson:

He moved me until I was a rag doll in his hands, until we both shattered together. After, his words melted me: “I want a mark—a tattoo. Something to show I belong to you.” My heart soared. I marked him with magic—a gray wolf, staring at a full moon encircled by my name. It suited him. It suited us. He admired it in the mirror while I slipped into a silk robe and padded down the hall to peek at the babies. The corridor was silent. Until I saw him. Renzo. Lurking near my door, his eyes were dark pools of hunger. His erection strained his pants. He must have heard us.

Then she took a good look at his tattoos. Her gaze traced the ink that stretched across his chest, dark and patterned against his golden skin. The tattoo sprawled over his left pectoral, a fierce black wolf, its eyes red and dangerous, as if it could leap off his skin and bare its fangs at her. The details were breathtaking, each strand of fur etched with perfection.

Her mesmerizing and radiant beauty and the graceful curve of her figure, a captivating silhouette, drew his gaze like a moth to a flame. Her eyes, akin to liquid emerald pools, shimmered in the light, and he found himself ensnared in her eyes – where he felt the intoxicating pull of drowning within their captivating depths. Yet, it was the way she ogled at him that stole his breath away. Her eyes fixated on his tattoos, drawn to the intricate details inked into his skin. On his left arm, the Celtic Knot work with Fangs unfolded a captivating narrative, where fangs seamlessly blended with ancient Celtic motifs. The Veins and Blood tattoo, like a river of life, traced mesmerizing paths within

“Still want some? He asked. His deep baritone voice echoed through the room. My thighs trembled. I could feel the wetness flooding between my legs. My legs weakened, melting under his intense stare. In an instant, he swept me off my feet, placing me on the counter as he drew closer, sniffling me. He was all I wanted. My mind drifted to my boyfriend, he was too old to satiate my desires. I could easily be mistaken as an s*x freak, and he couldn’t handle the passion and fantasy burning within me, but with this stranger, his tantalizing touch awakened a hunger I couldn’t ignore. My thoughts spiraled the moment his lips lunged onto my skin. The softness and wetness of his mouth got me dripping e

“We don’t run. Not anymore.” Before I could speak, he crushed his mouth to mine, lifting me onto the edge of his desk, sliding between my legs, urgency and recklessness burning through him. “We make them remember why fire burns,” he growled against my throat. And the storm began again. —---- Hours later, I lay beside him, tracing the tattoo hidden just above his ribs—a symbol I hadn’t noticed before now. A flame wrapped in barbed wire. “What’s this?” I whispered. Arthur looked down, then sighed. “My reminder that passion always comes with a price.”

NightOwl_Reader: AUTHOR OH MY GOD THE ICE SCENE RomanceAddict47: I’m literally screaming into my pillow right now HotForFiction: Brb going to buy ice. Lots of ice. My boyfriend doesn’t know what’s about to hit him . User_Anonymous: The tattoo??? What does it mean??? I need answers!!! BookLover673: This is the hottest thing I’ve ever read in my LIFE Reader_Obsessed: My partner just asked why I’m giggling and I can’t explain DarkDesires22: The way he carries her to the private room… THE PRIVATE ROOM. I can’t.

It was colored black and red, as if blood was inside the glass, with a crown on top surrounded by thorns. I knew it. I had seen that tattoo before. “What’s this drawing, Aya?” I asked as I flipped through her sketchbook. She liked drawing sometimes when she got tired from studying. It was good that she had a creative outlet like this. Burnout was no joke. “Ah, it’s my girlfriend’s tattoo. It’s cool, right?” She smiled as she looked at the drawing. “That’s why the moment I saw it, I remembered it right away. The design is so unique. It looks intimidating as hell.”

"Danny suggested I draw a larger tattoo to go over my girl to help cover the scar. She will always be there, just we will be beside her." I felt tears in my eyes as I looked at his drawing. He had merged our two wolves, facing each other. My girl had her snout in Kota's chest. "Wesly," I whisper as my fingers trace the wolves. "Do you like it?" He asked me. "I know it's a little larger." "I love it!" I said, and then I showed him my gratitude.

I wanted to keep my gaze fixed out the window, to cling to the anger that simmered within me, but my eyes betrayed me, drawn back to him again and again. Every inch of him seemed to command attention. His jawline was sharp, and the faint stubble that shadowed it only added to the rugged appeal that so many women undoubtedly fell for. His dark eyes stared ahead, intense and unreadable, framed by thick lashes that softened his otherwise hard exterior. The open collar of his shirt revealed a hint of tanned, muscular chest, and I had to bite my lip to stop my mind from wandering further down that path.