Cheek Biting Adalah

Setiap hari pertengkaran dan perdebatan. Itulah yang terjadi dalam rumah tanggaku. Sedikit saja masalah, seketika menjadi pertikaian yang hebat. Ya Allah aku lelah! Berdosakah jika aku memilih mundur? Tak ada bayangan masa depan yang cerah jika aku bertahan dengan lelaki yang selalu membuat goresan luka. Belum lagi, biaya sekolah anak. Aku tak mau anakku tak menempuh pendidikan yang tinggi. Anakku harus lebih dariku. Harus! Aku segera masuk ke dalam kamar. Meraih sepucuk surat dari Abah. Lelaki cinta pertamaku. Surat yang baru saja sampai tadi pagi. Dalam surat ini berisi, Abah memintaku segera pulang, karena warisan akan segera di bagi dengan kakak dan adikku. Aku tak mau, Mas Bima tahu hal ini. Karena jika ia tahu, bisa jadi akan dia kuasai dan aku hanya gigit jari. Bismillah ... aku harus segera pulang, hanya bersama Azkia, bagaimanapun caranya. Ya Allah ... aku lelah!

Hua Ming Lan, istri seorang perdana menteri dari zaman kuno, dijebak hingga nyaris mati. Setelah koma selama lima hari, dia bangun kembali dengan kepribadian yang bertolak belakang? Sebenarnya, apa yang terjadi?

Yan Zhiyao terbangun dalam tubuh Shen Ruoyao, seorang putri yang sakit-sakitan, wajah menua sebelum waktunya, dan nasib tragis yang telah ia ketahui dari novel yang pernah ia baca. Dalam cerita aslinya, Ruoyao hanyalah pion yang dilupakan, mati perlahan, tanpa pernah benar-benar memiliki kendali atas hidupnya sendiri. Zhiyao menolak takdir itu. Dengan ketenangan yang tak mencolok, ia mulai memahami racun yang menggerogoti tubuhnya, membongkar konspirasi yang tersembunyi di balik perawatan, dan perlahan mengambil kembali kendali atas nasibnya. Bagi Ling Xiaochen, Pangeran Perang yang ditakuti banyak orang, pernikahan ini tak lebih dari aliansi politik dengan seorang wanita lemah. Namun semakin lama ia mengamati istrinya, semakin sulit baginya untuk mengabaikan ketenangan berbahaya di balik kelembutan yang tampak rapuh. Zhiyao tidak pernah berniat menarik perhatiannya. Namun ketika sang pangeran mulai melindunginya dengan cara yang terlalu personal… ketika jarak di antara mereka semakin sulit dijaga… permainan berbahaya pun dimulai.

“Spread for us, Aurora,” he ordered, his palm cracking down on my right cheek in a sharp spank that made me yelp, the sting blooming into heat. I widened my stance, trembling, my pussy exposed and dripping. Kai stepped up behind me, his hands gripping my hips, thumbs digging into the soft flesh as he inspected me. “Look at her, Alpha…so wet already. This omega's been dreaming of our cocks.” His fingers trailed down, parting my folds roughly, two digits plunging into my soaked entrance without warning. ~ This is filthy, unfiltered, and raw, a collection of steamy werewolf tales designed to make you writhe. Inside, you'll find women bending, moaning, begging, and breaking under the hands and teeth of alphas and betas. From forest dens to moonlit bedrooms, tied up, teased, claimed in every way, and marked with claws and teeth these stories pull no punches. Warning: Dominant alphas, possessive betas, age-gap, mate-bonding, BD'SM, biting, spanking, rough, unprotected, no-safe-word sex, and women who crave submission, marking, and domination. If you’re ready to be claimed, marked, and ravished under the full moon, turn the page. Your alphas are waiting.

Sierra bit her lip to stop herself from moaning loudly. He is thrusting inside her harder and faster, as if he is branding her from inside out. "Haa" she muffled her cries of release by biting her cheek Hard. After all, the other room is where Xavier's fiance is getting ready, the man who just released his cum inside her body. Meticulously Xavier adjusted their clothes before kissing her on her lips. "Please let me go" she pleaded with him. He is about to go and attend his own engagement party with another woman in a matter of minutes. Xavier's eyes turned as dark as the abyss of hell. "Don't even think about it darling. You started this, I will decide when to stop this, if at all we ever did. Don't forget that you are mine Sierra. Now be a good girl and come and attend my engagement party" with that said, he left. What would happen if a man who doesn't believe in emotions like love meets a girl who is craving for affection and love? Can he give her what she craves before it's too late? And the said man is her best friends uncle, who is as mysterious as they come.

I rented a room in a gothic mansion And my landlord? Well... he's a seductive vampire with a biting problem… He hate me and the feeling is mutual. But now I can't decide if I want to run or beg him to bite me again. He’s immortal, cold, and hates humans. So why does he keep saving me?

"Don't judge my bangs. My mom made me do it." I say. "It's cute." He says, biting back a laugh. "Asshole." I murmur. "Wait... In the photo you're wearing..." He says trailing off. My eyes widen when I realize I'm wearing my bracelet in that picture. "I can explain." I say. <~~~~~~~~>

"You want me gone that bad fine,I'll leave,its not like I enjoyed your company too" "Shut up human" "Dont you dare raise your voice at me dog" Ok that went too far. He balled up his fists and bit his inner cheek hard. "I dont tolerate disrespect" "Likewise"

Slipping my hand in my panties, I groan, biting down on my lip as I find myself already wet. I hold back the moan, circling my clit, as I imagine it’s someone else’s hand. “What are you doing?” His voice is firm, but not loud. I dipped my fingers into my cream, and licked my fingers. “What a woman married to a sinner does.”

When Eric Sutton—my charming CEO husband—found out I handed a million-dollar project to his assistant Vivien Cheney, he figured his three months of radio silence had finally broken me. Suddenly, he's all, "Let's go to Iceland for our honeymoon!" Vivien heard and threw a fit. Threatened to quit. Classic. Eric, who treated her like royalty, freaked out. After three days of begging, he bailed on the trip—said it was for "work"—then handed her my ticket. Later, he shrugged it off. "Romance's petty. Work comes first. You're my wife. You get it, right?" Right. I just stared at Vivien's new post: a couples selfie—cheek to cheek, hands shaped like a heart. I didn't say a word. Just nodded. Eric thought I was finally playing the role: calm, supportive, mature. Promised an even better honeymoon when he got back. Too bad I'd already quit. Too bad he'd already signed the divorce papers. We were done.