Carnal Knowledge Book Novels & Stories

“Tell me more.” I swallowed. My tongue felt thick. “I think… the book is honest about how desire can feel dangerous. Not just to society, but to the self. Once you let it in—once you name it, once you act on it, you can’t pretend it isn’t there anymore which changes the way you see everything else. Even yourself.” He leaned back in his chair, fingers steepled under his chin, studying me with that same focused attention he gives to a difficult passage. “And have you ever let it in?”

He yanked open the nightstand drawer and fished out that cursed book: The Devil’s Little Bane. He held it up like evidence in court, the pages fluttering. “Snatched this gem from you the other day. Knew you were deep in it. What, ten pages from the end? I finished it myself last night.” He grinned devilishly, and my chest squeezed hard, like it was about to combust. “Fuck, Cindy, the shit in here… it’s pure filth. Balls deep in demon dick and submission games. I didn’t peg you for such a dirty reader.”

“What’d you have in mind? More poker games?” An image of her sprawled in his lap flashed in his mind. Of full breasts pressed against his chest. Of squirming, soft, female flesh all over him, ready to burn up in his arms. As if on cue, he looked up and read the title of the book right beside her in full presentation. How to Give a Woman Multiple Orgasms. Shit. “Alex?” He shook his head and tried to clear the fog. Was she multi-orgasmic?

"What is that?" Caliban traced lazy patterns across my back form where he was laying on the bed. I was sitting up and had the story book in my hands. "A book I found while snooping through the cabin. It's a collection of Thanaten stories," I sighed and leaned back onto the bed into his arms. "Let me see it." He held out his hand and I have the book over. After flipping through the legible pages, the king gave me the book back. "It's a children's book. Common to find in every household. I'm not surprised they have one here."

I cupped her breasts, my thumbs brushing lightly across her hardened nipples, releasing a soft moan from her lips. She reached down, her fingers grazing the waistband of my pants, hooking her fingers into the band and slowly pulling them down, revealing the outline of my manhood. As Trinity’s fingers trailed lower, my breath hitched, my eyes fixed on hers as she took in the sight of my bulge. I let out a low groan as her fingers brushed against the tip of my engorged member, the sensation sending a wave of desire through my entire body. With a gentle push, I took her towards the bed, our lips locked in a passionate kiss as we tumbled onto the soft bed. I felt her shame as my hands explored e

SIENNA’S POV My body was still trembling from everything Kael had done to me on the couch. My panties were soaked through, my clit throbbed with this deep, painful need, and my breasts felt heavy and sensitive from his possessive touch. I could not focus on anything. The book lay forgotten beside me while I sat there with my thighs squeezed tightly together, trying to calm the storm raging between my legs. Every little brush of fabric against my hard nipples sent sparks shooting straight to my core. His words kept echoing in my head: "Gonna ruin this tight little cunt so no one else ever satisfies you again." God, I wanted that so badly. I wanted him to ruin me completely.

It was old and dusty so she cleaned it and she finally saw the title “The art of seduction” Serafine read the title out loud. She sat down on her bed, opened the book, and the first image she saw made her close it back rapidly. “What the” She said while feeling shocked by what she just saw Serafine felt like her virgin eyes had just been corrupted. On the first page, was a clear picture of a male and female private part. She was about to throw the book away when she had a second thought. Serafine opened the book again, using her hand to cover the image as she read what was on the next page out loud

The paper fell away, revealing an old leather-bound volume, its cover embossed with faded gold lettering in a language that looked like a mix of Latin and something far older. “Tah — Rituals of the Eternal Flame and Flesh.” A sex god. Not just any fertility deity — a lost god of desire, ecstasy, and carnal dominion. The dealer’s notes had been vague, but the title alone sent heat rushing through me. I opened the book carefully. The pages were thick vellum, illuminated with intricate drawings of a towering male figure with glowing eyes, surrounded by writhing bodies in states of rapturous abandon. As I turned the first page, a faint warmth spread through the room. The watching feeling returne

“Been watching you for weeks, Elena. Late nights. Empty apartment. The way you look over your shoulder like you’re waiting for something exciting to finally happen. You’re bored out of your fucking mind in that life.” Her stomach dropped. He knew her name. He’d been following her. “You’re crazy,” she whispered. “Maybe.” His hand slid down her side, possessive, thumb pressing into her hip. “But I saw the books on your shelf. The late-night searches. You read that dark shit. You touch yourself thinking about it. Don’t you?” Heat flooded her face. She tried to deny it but the words stuck. Kane’s knee pushed between her thighs, pressing against her through her skirt. She was wet. Fuck.

She knew she should cover her shame, yet brazenly she refused to cower, feeling the gentleness of the half-naked man touching her face while the other excited her flesh. She felt something tickle her mouth as she writhed under the man's ministrations on her pussy and realized there was a cock placed at her lips, inviting her to suck. To have carnal knowledge of a man was a sin; of two men at the same time made her a harlot...yet she opened her mouth in invitation.