Carnal Knowledge Book Novels & Stories

She approached it cautiously, her heart pounding with anticipation. "This book... it feels important," she said, reaching out to touch it. The moment her fingers made contact with the cover, the symbols flared to life, casting a brilliant light throughout the room. Kai, Allan, Lila, and Seraphina gathered around Alex as she carefully opened the book. The pages were filled with intricate drawings and cryptic text, written in a language none of them recognized. As they studied the book, a sense of urgency washed over them, as if the knowledge contained within was both powerful and dangerous.

“Now tell me what I want to hear. I know I will be the first man to enter here” His free hand moved down slowly and deliberately over her stomach, under the hem of the oversized shirt. His fingers trailed fire along her bare skin. He slid to her upper inner thigh, warm palm spreading her legs just a little. Then one finger tapped her center unapologetically… right over her panties, on her most sensitive spot. Joan almost jumped off the bed. A sharp gasp escaped her mouth. Her hips lifted involuntarily. If not for his body caging her, his chest pressing her down, or even his hand holding her wrists, she might have bucked completely off the bed.

CHAPTER 97 "You're frowning again," Kairis said flatly. She didn't look up from the tome she was unbinding, her pale fingers sliding over the cracked leather cover like she was petting something dead. Lucian barely glanced up. "Because everything here is useless. Pages ripped. Names redacted. It's like they want us blind." "They do." Kairis finally looked at him, her expression as bored as ever. "Knowledge is dangerous. Especially knowledge about beings older than angels."

Liz was biting her lip in an endearing way and I allowed myself to fantasise that things were different and I could do everything I wanted to her straight away. “Are you telling me I should have come here in search of a cookery book?” Was she really that naïve? I suspected she was. “Not exactly,” I told her. “How familiar are you with the works of the Marquis de Sade?” Her shocked gasp told me she at least knew her history. I selected a volume even more pertinent to our coming time together. “And this?” I showed her the cover, ramming home my intentions. She covered her mouth with her hand briefly before saying, “The Kama Sutra. Byron, I – I don’t understand.”

For now, I must continue feigning interest in the stories alone, all the while searching for the secrets between their lines. With my words that she seem to believe into, she pursed her lips but said nothing more as she scanned and stamped each book. One after another, I then took them carefully, savoring the feel of their worn leather covers and faded gold lettering. Stories held power, and these books contained knowledge that few remembered. Knowledge is power, as they say, and that's what I am aiming for — an upper hand through all these macabre shits.

She pulled it out, sneezed once as dust motes tickled her nostrils, and lowered the book on the coffee table. The title was written in cursive gold letters, 'The Art Of The Body'. Clearly out of curiosity, she opened to the middle of the book, and her eyes nearly popped out in pure mortification. The book contained explicit diagrams of men and women in different, erotic, sexual poses.

It was so vivid, so physical, her knees buckled and she had to brace herself against the shelves. Grimvar was at her side in an instant. “The Carnal Codex,” he said, his voice closer than she expected. His heat radiated against her back. “I should have warned you. It doesn’t contain knowledge. It imprints experience.” Vlixyra’s breath was coming in short pants. The phantom sensations hadn’t stopped; the hand was now cupping her, a thumb pressing slow, deliberate circles against the fabric of her dress, right over her clit. She could feel her own wetness soaking through. “By the abyss,” she breathed.

Her hazel eyes are filled with lust and I take a step back to lower my briefs. I tried. Sort of. Tried not to put us in this situation where we’ll be forced to lie to everyone in our lives and keep a secret from someone who means the world to me, but I’ve gone too far. Gone too far past flirting and kissing and rubbing my cock against her with our clothes on. Now I’ve seen her naked and touched her cunt and I can’t turn away from her. Now that I’ve seen her and touched her and licked her. I was trying to be a good man, but I’m not a saint.

I stared in awe as it seemed to grow in size and when it began to tent his trousers outward I looked up to see her quickly shoot a questioning glance at me. I knew by the look in her eyes that she was remembering our discussions about men, and our curiosity of the knowledge that we had gained only from books that we had found hidden on the top back shelf of our father’s library. We had found them quite accidentally when we were searching for a remedy for poison ivy. Shocked by what we had stumbled upon we ran to our bedroom to study the books in secret. Page by page we perused the information there and some of it was quite graphic in nature. Astounded by the illustrations that were contained

I call out, twisting to face each edge of darkness. "Cheated? I wasn't made aware of the rules of your game." He curses. "You look so sexy." I swallow hard as the skin behind my ears pulls tight. I press my thighs together and take a minute step back, moving toward the bookcase. I'm hyper-aware of my nakedness, of the warm, bright light showcasing every inch of me. My nipples ache, and my breasts grow heavy. "Are you going to tell me what you read in your illegal sex book?"