Credence Book Couch Scene Novels & Stories

The door opened with a swipe of the card. Perfect for a maximum of five people and there was a diffuser in the middle of the coffee table. Behind the couches that faced each other, a shelf with a few books was placed. Brye entered after closing the door, immediately slumping down the couch with a sigh. “Do you want some coffee?” he muttered while opening the book and looking up at me. I looked at him before sitting down in front of him. I shook my head before sitting down at the other end of the couch he was sitting on.

I fleetingly wonder what they have to do, but the book has my full attention now, and I reach for it, pulling it to the edge of the table and angling it so Thomas can read it beside me. The book looks old and the spine is well worn, as though it has been opened many times, it has an air of importance around it, possibly because the Alpha left it for me after specifically searching for it, taking the time to.find something relevant to my situation. Thomas and I both shift forward in our seats and leaning over the book, we begin to read. Thomas - Poor Cassie, she passed out when she realised where she was. I guess seeing Luna Lily and Alpha Sven together can be intimidating, and she is still r

He turned the laptop so we both faced the screen. “What are you working on?” I asked, voice barely above a whisper. He brushed my damp hair over one shoulder, lips grazing the nape of my neck. “You have to see this.” He clicked play. The screen filled with us. The living room couch, firelight flickering over bare skin. Me, sprawled back, legs open, head thrown back in a silent cry. Cassian above me, moving slow and deep, every muscle in his back flexing with each thrust. The camera angle was perfect, high and slightly to the side, catching the way my breasts bounced, the way my nails raked down his shoulders, the exact moment I shattered around him.

Unresisting. Finishing their drinks, we walked into a room that made my breath catch in my throat as my eyes took in the scene before me. The walls shimmered with an iridescent glow, casting a surreal radiance upon everything inside. A plush, velvety couches everywhere. Love seats at every place, silken sheets inviting passion and concupiscence. A sense of raw intimacy permeated the air as if the room itself was conspiring to ignite the deepest passions. Carl’s eyes gleamed with an unspoken hunger, and Caleb’s lips curved into a knowing smile.

Restrain yourself, asshole. I flopped down on the couch, my eyes heavy with sleep, and started to drift off. But barely ten minutes later, I heard a loud noise from upstairs, like something had fallen. My heart racing, I quickly jumped up and rushed up the stairs. “Chloe?” I called softly, pushing the door open. She was sitting up, rubbing her eyes, and the blanket I had put on her had slipped down to her waist. The room was dimly lit, but I noticed something on the floor. It looked like a book. I bent down to pick it up and felt something else smooth and cylindrical under my hand. When I lifted it, I felt my mind go blank. A dildo. Vibrant purple, with realistic veins. Shit.

“It is not. We can talk about that. But I am asking you something first. Show me her.” Cressida looked at her for a long moment. Then she reached up and put her hand on Phoenix’s jaw, and stopped calculating. She kissed her. Chapter 7: Reclaimed The office was small and book lined and had a window that looked onto the museum’s internal courtyard. Cressida locked the door. Phoenix stood in the middle of the room and looked at her. “Tell me what you want,” Phoenix said. “Not what is appropriate. What you actually want.” Cressida looked at her.

He slowly spread it around, sending shivers down my spine. "C-cole, ohhh!" I didn't know where to focus because of the sensation he was giving me. "Am I good? Better than Drake?" "Y-yeah, ohhh!" "Did he also do this, ohhhh!" My body arched as he licked my womanhood, lightly sucking my clitoris. "Gosh, Lara, f*ck, ohhh babe!" "ARCHITECT! ENGINEER!" My movements slowed down as soon as I heard Cedric's voice nearby! Oh, sh*t, what if we get caught? It suddenly dawned on me that we were on the construction site!

Lenora's POV I sat curled up on the cushioned chair of my balcony, my fingers lightly gripping the edges of the book I had gotten from the library. My favorite book by my favorite author, Marietta. The words on the pages blurred as my mind drifted, replaying the events of yesterday. Heat rushed to my cheeks as the memory – Alpha Zade, standing bare before me, his chiseled physique full on display. I could vividly remember how I had turned on my heels and fled faster than I had ever moved, even though the image had already burned itself into my mind.

He’s half naked and he left the room like that. “Your brother is weird.” “Yeah,” Cedric caressed her hair. He can’t sleep without anyone beside him. He’s that weird. “So, how does he sleep without you?” “With any woman.” He answered. “Since he left, let’s continue…” ****** Caleb entered Monique’s bedroom. She’s currently sitting on the bed and reading a book. He had his pillow with him and he didn't care if the room smelled like their sex. But the sheets were known including the duvet.

Creighton laughed as he flipped through the pages. “Trust Miriam to give a gift like this,” he said, then paused at the beginning of the book which had many photos of lovers in different perverted positions. He smiled, his brows rising as he turned from one page to another saying, “done that…done that…that’s a good one…tried that…now that looks interesting.” He returned the book to the box and stood up suddenly. “Time to go,” he insisted with a wicked grin. “And we’re taking this with us.”