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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

I asked. "Wha..... what lovely hug? What passionate hug?" She retorted. "You don't remember hugging me?" I asked and she nodded nervously. "Yeah, I don't remember" she said. "Let me remind you then" I said as I moved closer to her and kissed her on the head. ..........to be continued

“You have no idea how much—” He groaned, pulling me against his body and kissing me senselessly. Luke lifted my legs, and he wrapped them around his hips. I whimpered as the movement of his tongue in my mouth deepened. He was kissing me wetly as if devouring me from within. I was so aroused I felt like I was going to faint. I wrapped my arms around his neck as his mouth moved down my throat. “Hmm… Luke…” Luke brought me back to the living room, then gently laid me on the couch. My eyelids fluttered shut as his hand slid inside my shirt. Each kiss he was leaving on my neck caused a glimmer of arousal that traveled down my core. Luke lifted my shirt off my body.

The Nouveau-Riche Romance Chapter twenty-nine The brightness of the day filtered into the room. Illuminating it with its soft glow. The illumination was just enough to rouse Joan from sleep. Her body felt relaxed, she felt mellow really. It felt like she was coming down from a drug high. No, it was a sex high. Sex? Sex... Joan abruptly opens her eyes as she remembered the events of the previous night. She had sex with Asher. Now that she thought about it it was a crazy night and she wouldn't believe it if she hadn't experienced it.

Just thinking of it made my heart flutter and my body to feel giddy. Sleeping with Anthony felt like heaven. He made me feel special. He knew how to make my body sing in pleasure. He knew where to touch and kiss my body. I had come so much last night that I did not know it was possible to be turned on even more. The way he looked at me, his eyes held so much emotion that it had me drunk on love and passion. His words made me swoon, especially those words he kept saying. “You’re mine to touch… to kiss.”

My thoughts completely dissolved into a hazy, dripping rush of raw want. “I can’t control myself around you,” Finn whispered hoarsely, burying his face in my neck, his lips biting and sucking at my skin, marking me as his. “You’re driving me fucking insane, Nova. I want to rip this dress off you and slide inside you right here.” A dark rush of heat flooded my cheeks at his confession, my walls clenching tightly at the mere thought of him stretching me open. He leaned up to crush his lips against mine again, his hips rolling forward to grind his heavy length hard against my soaking wet slit—

I leaned in a fraction of an inch, a teasing glint in my eyes, "I prefer classic literature. Russian realism, psychological thrillers. Dostoyevsky, Fitzgerald, Hemingway. I like substance." "Substance?!" Ruby mocked, completely offended. "Are you implying my romance novels don't have substance? Excuse you, but enemies-to-lovers tropes require intense psychological maneuvering! The angst! The tension! It's art, Alexander. Your little Russian thrillers have nothing on a slow-burn romance."

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"You want a puppet who'll nod and smile. However, now the puppet's strings are cut, and you're freaking out." Francis' expression turned icy. "I'm not freaking out." "Then why switch my meds?" I asked, a challenge. "You're terrified. Terrified that without those drugs, I'll realize I don't love…" His response was to kiss me, a fierce, angry kiss. I fought back, but he held me by the nape of my neck, deepening the kiss until the metallic taste of blood filled my mouth. He had bitten my lip. It was a kiss unlike any other in the ten years I had known him, fueled by both lust and a need to punish.

His hand stopped its lazy exploration of my breast. “N-no,” I stuttered, afraid I had offended him. In one smooth motion, he rolled me onto my back and settled between my spread thighs, caging me beneath his powerful body. His dark eyes burned into mine with raw intensity. “Then why don’t I show you that you are mine… and no one else’s.” --- He didn’t wait for my answer. Lord Blackwood kissed me deeply, claiming my mouth as he positioned himself at my entrance. I was still sore from last night, tender and sensitive, but the moment the thick head of his cock pressed against me, the ache turned into something hotter.