Claire Cyberpunk Romance Novels & Stories

Only a pair of black, lace panties covered half of her succulent bottom. "Holy fuck!" Ryan gasped, deranging her from her trance. "You're so beautiful, Claire." He was staring at her anew, his gaze scorching with desire, lust, and something else that wasn't easy to fathom. Claire couldn't help flushing. She slowly reached for his shirt, eyes on his, and held the remaining buttons that needed to be undone. She undid one after the other, watching his chest rising and falling. She was unhurried with her moves, and he was impatient.

Claire said with a mischievous grin. Claire rose from the tub, and as the suds slid down from her body, she took water and rinsed the smooth hairless mound she had earlier prepared. Lifting one of her legs on the tub’s edge, Blake knew what she needed immediately. Blake guided himself to her and slowly and gently used his fingers to part her darkening lips as she got excited over the anticipation. Blake used his mouth to give the sensations she craved from him. Licking and probing, his experienced tongue darted and moved over her womanhood, closing in on her pink extruding bud, causing her to become on the edge of her climax. Blake grabbed her ass cheeks and didn’t let her go, with his finge

he asked frowning, she chuckled a bit. “Don’t tell me you don’t know about it, very soon you will” She smirked, going into the inner room, as he made his way to the door, still reminiscing on the word. ~~~~~ Clara barge the door as she made her way into the room, boiling with rage. She sighted Celine making out with a lady on the bed, they doesn’t seem disturbed by her sudden entrance. She had known Celine to be a lesb!an for a long time, that’s why she rarely keep her boyfriends. They had made out some time, and she also loves it. Celine is such a goo k**ser, and f**ks really good. She prefer woman doing the job for her than men, according to her, women are good cl!t suckers. They were bot

I was gasping for air, my breathing labored and shallow, my chest heaving against his. “Clara, stop,” he groaned, his voice a low vibration that I felt more than heard. But I couldn't stop. I was a puppet to the Moon Goddess now, caught in the grip of a second-chance mate bond that was exploding through my system like a supernova. The heat was unbearable, a molten fever that seemed to turn my very blood into liquid fire. My scent was pouring off me, thick and sweet, and I knew—even in my haze—that it was an invitation he shouldn't be able to resist.

Kiran’s POV The glass shards of the teacup were still scattered on the floor, glinting like jagged diamonds under the harsh kitchen spotlights. I leaned against the counter, watching her—Clara—scramble to pick them up. Her small hands were shaking so violently I could hear the porcelain clicking against the tile. I should have felt a flicker of guilt, but honestly? It was interesting. My life was a monotonous cycle of cold boardrooms and the chemical haze of drugs.

J About Aurelia Aurelia Skye is the pen name USA Today bestselling author Kit Tunstall uses when writing science fiction romance. It’s simply a way to separate the myriad types of stories she writes so readers know what to expect with each “author.” Join her newsletter at kittunstall.com/newsletter.

“This isn’t a conversation to have in public.” “Oh, so now you’re scared someone will overhear me?” she hissed, her breath warm against my ear. “Claire Halle.” I said her name slowly, locking eyes with her, willing her to calm down. But she wouldn’t back down. Her anger was raw, untamed, and overwhelming. I knew I’d never win this fight—not against her. I’d known it from the moment we met. Claire wasn’t just any wolf—she was the Luna chosen by the Moon Goddess herself, the only one who could temper the brutality that consumed me.

he asks, and I nod, leaving Sapphire seething, all wrong. Roman's arm wraps around me, "Everything okay?" he whispers low, I nod, for now, but this isn't over, no. =============== I step into the hotel suite, relieved to escape the fray, But then a surprise, a young girl, familiar eyes, Darrick's daughter, Claire, in play. "Hello," Claire says, curious, innocent, and pure of heart, My own heart stops, panic sets in, as memories flood and never depart. Claire's gaze locks onto mine, unaware of our connection true,

" Micheal whispered into my ears and I glared at him. " I'm not a pervert !" I yelled and rolled my eyes at him . I heard her giggle and I glared at her . ****************** CLAIRE We closed the Cafe too late tonight and it's hard to get a bus nearby as usual so I have to walk to the bus stop , I plucked in my ear phones and Be careful with my heart by Tatiana played . I hummed softly and began to sing along , I paused briefly when two guys walked out from nowhere and stood in front of me .

“What do you want?” “To talk.” Maya’s smile widened. “About Alex.” Clara stared at her, heart thudding. “Stay away from me.” “Too late for that, sweetheart.” Maya’s gaze dropped to Clara’s hand. “No ring yet? Interesting.” “I’m not afraid of you,” Clara said, even though she could hear the tremor in her voice. “You should be.” Maya reached into her purse and pulled out a flash drive. She placed it on the table between them. “Everything you need to know about the man you love. Including how quickly he moves on when things get messy.”