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The End About the Author: A lover of romance and strong characterization, xxxR_RUIZxxx believes that any story worth reading should have a hero/heroine that the reader can fall in love with. She is currently living her dream, writing sizzling tales of suspense with paranormal elements, as well as contemporary and humorous romance. Some of her books contain highly sensual love scenes and sexual tension that will make your heart race!

After only a few minutes of trying to catch our breath in the dark room, the crazy heat between us started up all over again. Callan rolled onto his back, reaching out his big hands to grab my waist and pulling me up on top of him. "Get on top," he told me, his dark blue eyes looking right into mine. I didn't wait. I climbed over his legs, sitting right on his hips. I leaned down and licked his big chest, tasting his salty sweat and running my tongue all over his hard muscles. I grabbed his big, hard dick with my hand, holding it straight up. Slowly, I pushed my hips down, sliding his thick cock deep back inside my wet pussy.

Beautiful didn’t even begin to cover it. She moved straight toward Damien without hesitation and threw her arms around him. “Darling,” she breathed against his chest, smiling brightly. My body went completely still. ———————— AUTHOR’S POINT OF VIEW HI readers, if you’re loving this particular story so far, I want you to comment below or go to the dashboard and comment so more readers can be attracted to read my book and you’ll as well, help this poor author in your own little way. Thank youuuu

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My lips part to speak, but before I can manage a sound, he chuckles—low, amused, dangerous. “Why are you frowning at me? Have I offended you in some way?” His eyes glint with cruel humor. I meet his gaze with a glare sharper than I intended, my anger betraying me. He laughs again, richer this time, as though my defiance entertains him. “You see,” he drawls, leaning back against the sofa with infuriating ease, “this is exactly what I love about this entire situation. You think you’re frightening me. You think you’re trying to shame me, to make me feel guilty. But you have no idea, do you? You’re only making me want you more. You’re only feeding the craving to feel you, to consume you. You hav

I pull my cardigan tighter around me, trying not to look like a woman unraveling on her fourth glass of wine. “I don’t write sex, Chloe. I write romance without all the detailed intimacy, I write about repressed trauma, losing a loved one, mystery, horror even not two people who’ve never met each other dirty talking and moan— oh God.” She takes my wine glass and replaces it with her full one. “Exactly. You’ve built an empire off tragedy. I think your readers are ready to read something based on actual pleasure or erotic tension.” “Ew. Who even reads things like that?”

I could feel the rapid thump of his heartbeat against my chest, mirroring the wild rhythm of my own. Heat radiated from him, seeping through our clothes, awakening something electric in the air between us. His eyes held mine, dark and searching, a long, deep stare that made my pulse race even faster. Without thinking, drawn by the pull of that moment, I leaned in. My lips met his in a kiss, soft at first, then urgent, tasting the sweetness of the night on his tongue. It was impulsive, electric, sending sparks through every nerve. But just as quickly, reality crashed back. I pulled away, my cheeks burning,

“Remember what Raina said.” I glanced at Raina who was standing beside her mother. She winked at me and smirked before looking away. I sighed and forced myself to relax. My body tingled when I felt Anthony’s hand move upper on my thigh. He gripped my thigh and rubbed the spot he gripped. My pussy throbbed and I knew I was so wet from what he was doing. “You need to get used to me touching you from now on. I don’t want us feeling weird. This is for us, for me.” He pressed his lips against my upper arm. "My touches will progress more."

Candles flickered around the room, casting dancing shadows over her body, and the scent of musk and vanilla filled the air. Her eyes, wide and filled with a mix of anticipation and fear, searched mine as I approached. I could feel the heat between us, the unspoken desire that had been simmering beneath the surface of our relationship. In this dream, the barriers between us were gone, and all that was left was raw, animal need. I was the Dom, and she was my eager submissive, ready to submit to whatever I desired.

Her reply wasn't what I sought for and she knew she failed me so she wasn't surprised when I angrily rose to my feet, heading to my room as tears brimmed my eyes and dropped freely. It all seemed hopeless. The Red Bone Pack were not normal wolves; they were lycans, a special breed created by dark magic. The witches of East Coven had made the first one, a mindless beast whose sole purpose was to protect them from their enemies. When the beast had gone rogue, he had attacked a wolf pack and had been captured, its blood extracted to be experimented on. Their Alpha had tested its blood on several wolves, creating a new breed of demonic wolves. Although they looked like wolves, their transformati