Credence Book Couch Scene Novels & Stories

Inviting and urging him to ruin me, right there on the couch. “Tell me to stop,” he whispered. I didn’t. His mouth found mine—rougher than Cane’s ever was, tasting of scotch and pent-up everything. His hands roamed freely under my shirt, his calloused palms on my skin. I arched into him, “Hmm, yess.” I moaned straight into his ears as his fingers slipped beneath my shorts, finding me already wet. We didn’t make it to a bedroom. Right there on the couch, with Cane asleep two floors up, Zac pushed my shorts down, freed himself, and sank into me, slow—inch by thick inch—eyes locked on mine the whole time.

Tightened his grip on my ankle and watched me steal three pieces with the resigned tolerance of a man who’d accepted food theft as a love language two years ago. “Cole let Sienna read the manuscript,” he said. “The WHOLE thing?” “Page forty-seven. She hasn’t made eye contact with him since Tuesday.” “What’s on page forty-seven?” “Everything.” He bit a spring roll in half. “The hotel room. What she was wearing when she came out of the bathroom. Cole thinks he’s writing literary fiction. He basically wrote a forensic report on her underwear.”

Something they enjoyed exploiting. "Practice fields?" Micah asked, his voice loose. Ash nodded, his gaze sweeping over the hallway. It was wolf sniffing its quarry. His eyes rested on me. I tried to disappear, but that didn't work. He had found me. “Look what the wolf dragged in,” Zane Valez said, his signature smirk already in place. He was leaning against the wall, a picture of nonchalant cruelty. “Little Rhea Mooncrest, still clinging to those dusty books. What’s that you’re reading? ‘How to Get a Mate When No One Wants You’?”

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He’s standing at the back of the store, holding one of the new indie romance novels in his hand. There’s a half-naked man on the cover, with his jeans unzipped, and abs shaded to stand out against the dark and grainy background. Lifting his eyes from the book, Lucas looks up right in my direction. He can sense me, and it’s creepy. “What the hell?” I whisper. We’re yards away, but I know he can hear my voice. Binx winds around my feet, moving in perfect stride with me. I’ve never once tripped over him.

I moaned, grabbing the shelf tightly as waves of pleasure washed through me. “HYACINTH, ROMANCE OR CRIME?!” Kael's voice pulled me back to reality, and I slammed back into my body. Kael was holding the shelf… the same shelf… with one hand, looking at me with slightly narrowed eyes. He was still several feet away. His hands hadn't moved. His mouth hadn't moved. He was just waiting for an answer about books. It was a vision. It was another goddamned vision.

“Looks like we can’t give you what you asked for.” “But we will grant you one thing,” Cedric added. “We’ll make an exception for you; you may have cafeteria access again.” The twins straightened and sneered down at me. “Was that worth risking your life over?” Caspar asked, before they both turned and left me laying there. …. Third Person POV “I don’t know about you,” Cedric said, toweling off his hair, “but I could have gone for longer.” Caspar shot his brother a look over his shoulder, then reached for the bar of soap sitting on the shower shelf. “If either of us had stayed down, she would have held her breath until she died.”

How did I even further that? 'Because you're getting old,' this bitch didn't hesitate to blurt out. How are twenty-four years considered old? Tiptoeing out of her room, I went to the living room as I remembered she kept those books on the couch. They were about three or four. The couch was empty. Maybe I made a mistake. Were they somewhere? No, I was sure of it. It didn't take long to see where they had gone. Dear Mr. Rude was headed upstairs with my entertainment. Wow, a total scum bag. Unfortunately, my eyes trailed the shirtless scum bag who happened to be wearing a pair of shorts that highlighted his long legs.

He apologised to me and promised there'd be no more lying or misbehaving. And that brings us to now, where I'm sat on our usual couch at the club with Cole kneeling at my feet. He's been very good over the weekend so I've planned a nice scene for tonight that he will love. I'll tie him to the cross and tease him with a vibrator and nipple clamps until he's begging for release. Then I'll end it with a rough fuck on the bed and let him cum whenever he wants. The only problem is I told Cole we'd be doing a scene tonight so he's grown very impatient throughout the show. His head rubs against my leg, trying to get my attention but I just ignore him and keep my attention on the two men having sex

Maia believed that Richard was obsessed with her and would be under her control. They did not notice that someone was staring at them in the dark. ... It was getting late. In a private room of the Barricade Club, Cedrick was sitting on a big dark leather sofa. The back of the couch was against the window. The wind blew in through the window, and the curtain swayed gently. There was a burning cigarette between his slender fingers. He had expected that Catelyn would refuse his offer. However, he did not believe that Catelyn had no feelings for him at all.