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She moved from the doorframe, unfolding with an elegance that rippled the air ahead of her. The faint smell intensified, cinnamon, ozone, and something very intoxicating. "Names are such confining things, don't you think? Mortal prisons for infinite ideas." She stopped just at the edge of the lamplight, a creature of twilight. "Call me Nyx. And as for how." She tilted her head, a cascade of dark silk tumbling over one shoulder. "I followed the scent. Not of ink, Professor. But of yearning. It seeps from you. A thirsty, famished hunger beneath all this." Her hand brushed over the books, the heavy furniture, his own carefully constructed wall of reserve. “….dry academia. Like a rose that withe

Sudden heat woke Miguel from sleep. He was still very dazed, but saw an unearthly beautiful woman approaching him, her brown curls flowing down the bare shoulders, an olive shade, as was the rest of her skin. The woman's eyes were black with a clearly visible desire in them, her lips were full, pink, arranged in a wonderful smile. The features were perfect, making her the most beautiful woman Miguel had ever seen in his life. Then his attention was drawn to her figure - so streamlined, full of wonderful feminine shapes, but at the same time slim, with perfect size. She was beautiful, like a woman from a dream... Miguel really thought he was dreaming because it couldn't be real, she had to be

I mumbled under my breath. He looked down at me, naked, trembling, covered in sweat and the seed of seven men, with cold, possessive hunger. “You’ve impressed Jax,” Victor said, his voice smooth and dangerous. “But his training was only preparation. Now you enter my world. Dark Desires. Where consent is a luxury… and obsession is law.” He stepped closer. Behind him, more figures emerged from the shadows, tall and powerful men with masked faces, their primal energy radiating from them. Their presence felt different from the Club. Wilder. More dangerous.

MATURE CONTENT AHEAD (If your uncomfortable with mature stuff I would prefer you to skip this chapter.) PG-18+ Author Pov Damon skillfully removed her gown and threw it on the floor. Her half-naked body got pressed against his bare chest. Her eyes were staring in his dark ones with fear and somehow anxiety holding in them. His fingers brushed against her jawline making her shudder at his touch. His rough hand cupped her covered bosom making her breathe heavily. His every doing was felt like heaven to her.

He simply moved toward the bed like he already owned the space, and everything in it, including me. My clit pulsed again, hard and swollen, and I couldn’t stop the small whimper that escaped me when he reached the edge of the mattress. I slipped back onto the bed, my eyes still locked on his dark gaze, like I wasn’t ready for this, though honestly, I wanted it more than anything. “Your pussy looks hungry and deprived of the nutrients it needs,” he said, leaning forward slightly and resting his knuckles on the firm bed. “Allow me to feed it.”

I hope she forgives me and gives me back my pretty face, I just can't live this way. Alexander's point of view: My thoughts were still on Rihanna, I just can't concentrate on anything without thinking about her. I was trying to read the book my junior cousin gave me but I don't think I'm paying any attention to it. It is filled with magic and supernatural stories. Suddenly my eyes caught something in the book. A story of the ugly girl and the beauty goddess. There are other goddesses apart from Selene and I've heard about this beauty goddess but I don't know much about her.

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I call out, twisting to face each edge of darkness. "Cheated? I wasn't made aware of the rules of your game." He curses. "You look so sexy." I swallow hard as the skin behind my ears pulls tight. I press my thighs together and take a minute step back, moving toward the bookcase. I'm hyper-aware of my nakedness, of the warm, bright light showcasing every inch of me. My nipples ache, and my breasts grow heavy. "Are you going to tell me what you read in your illegal sex book?"

It was calm, chillingly so. I pushed the door open slowly. The room was large, but cozy, filled with soft armchairs, bookshelves, and a large window looking out onto the sprawling gardens. Caden was sitting in a deep leather armchair by the window, reading a book. He looked completely at ease, like he was just waiting for a friend. He looked up, his dark eyes meeting mine. They held no warmth, no welcome. Just that familiar, cold assessment. He closed his book slowly, placing it on a small table beside him. Then he stood up. He didn't rush. Every movement was deliberate, controlled. He walked towards me, and with each step, the room felt smaller.

It was as if he understood the real me. - Today was a typical sunny October day. As usual I sat under the shade of my favorite tree during lunch, engrossed in a dark romance novel. The passionate exchanges between the characters had my heart racing with each page I turned. I was so lost in the fictional world that I didn't notice Asher approaching until he was there, next to me. Startled, I bit my lip as I tried to regain my composure. Asher, however, had already swiped the book from my hands, a mischievous glint in his gorgeously dark eyes.