Bridgerton Book Steamy Excerpt Novelas e Histórias

Aubrey looks up at me with a small smile. “Hello.” “What, I don’t even get a hello hug?” “No, sit down or go away.” Why does she insist on pretending she doesn’t want me around? I nod and sit across from her. Aubrey sets her book down. I take a peek at the cover. There is a shirtless guy with a tie around his neck and a woman in front of him in a white dress shirt, only a couple of buttons fastened. It must be one of those steamy books she is reading. I find it interesting. I didn’t think it would be her thing. I don’t comment on it.

Her breasts bounce up and down as the demon thrusts into her with great force. My attention is diverted to the entry of my throne hall. Josiah and Chelsea strut through the entrance with a human male victim. “Where is my Bridge,” I mandate for response with surging rage that halts the sex going on all around me. They bow their heads as Josiah explains, “Master, we have found the Bridge, but she was taken by the Vampire King and has not left the room he took her to.”

My body feels like it is pulling into him. His body screams dominance. He sees something he wants and he is trying to get it. I can’t think. My mind is swirling. I find myself staring at his chest. It is so perfect. Damn! Why does he have to be so hot? I open my mouth, trying to inhale, but my breath gets stuck. Shaking my head, I try to regain control. My eyes watch as his hand slides up my body, cupping my chin to push my head up so that I look up to him.

He didn't expect that she would taste this good. "Why. . . is it so fucking. . . delicious. . ." the woman hoarsely said. He tightened his grip on the woman's ass and pressed his lips to her womanhood. He felt her grip on his hair tighten. Same thoughts, woman. Why are you so fucking delicious?

X18+ ahead please, if you're not comfortable with such scenes, skip it! This is a dark romance book. Damon plundered Neah's lips like a hungry beast. Lifting her up in his arms as Neah wrapped her legs around his waist, his fingers brushes towards her back as he caresses the soft skin. "Hmmm Dam-- Damon~~"Neah said with shaky and unsteady breaths. Her hands ran through into his soft silky black hair as she moaned into his lips.

His brows furrowed, and just when he's about to go out in the room, Demie came out from the bathroom— on her red silk satin bathrobe that ends on her mid-thighs. Suddenly, the temperature in the room went hot. Sandro can't help himself but gaze upon an exquisite and ravishing woman in red in front of him. From her slightly open mouth that made him lick his lips, and his eyes followed the droplet of water from her wet hair that went to her visible cleavage. Sandro can see her round breasts that are under the bathrobe that made his c*ck screaming. And the mouth-watering sweet scent of Demie is urging Sandro to have a taste of it. And prove that they taste as sweet as they smell. Just by thinki

enough to make you drip? “Let’s take this off,” he said, pulling down the zip of my dress. A cold breeze kissed my liberated back, transporting me again to that night. My roommate was on her knees, a man’s erection was in her mouth while her hand played with another man’s…… And kneeling before her was another man whose mouth was feasting on her bosom whilst his hands stroked his erection. “Oh my God!!!!” I screamed, my things tumbling to the floor. Their heads turned to my direction yet neither of them stopped their disgraceful engagements except my roommate whose mouth made a pop sound as she pulled away from the man’s erection.

I stayed buried inside her, the warmth of our joined bodies the only thing that felt real. Finally, I pulled out with a wet, squelching sound. Beatrice scrambled to pull her dress up, her face flushed, her hair a chaotic mess. She looked at the desk-covered in her juices and my seed-and she smiled. It was a dark, triumphant expression. "Same time tomorrow, Sterling?" she whispered, her voice returning to its cool, taunting tone. "Get out," I grunted, tucking myself back in and reaching for a fresh glass of scotch.

“The ten million is already in your account. The company is safe. You’re free, Isabella.” Her throat tightened. Free. The word should have felt like victory. Instead it tasted like ash. Damien picked up the torn contract and held it out to her. “Take it. Burn it if you want. Walk away. No one will stop you.” She stared at the ripped pages. Then she did the only thing that made sense anymore. She climbed into his lap, straddled his powerful thighs, and reached down to free his thick cock from his slacks. It sprang out hot and heavy, already leaking for her. Without a word she lined him up and sank down, taking every thick inch in one slow, slick glide until he was buried to the hilt inside he

WARNING: MATURE SCENE; STEAMY 20+ R-RATED Evelyn felt something deep and dangerous tightening low in her chest, then slipping lower, coiling into heat. It wasn’t just desire. It was him. The way he looked at her intensely, like she belonged all to him. Her breath faltered. Almost without thinking, she shifted against him, rocking slowly, her dress bunching higher up her thighs. The subtle friction sent a sharp pulse through her, and she stilled for a moment, startled by how quickly her body responded.