Erotica Hunter Novels & Stories

A high, thin cry broke from her throat. He took his time despite the desire driving him, working her with his mouth until she began to tremble, the ache between her thighs becoming an urgent throb she was desperate to ease. She squirmed in his grip, loving the erotic contrast of all that strength holding her in place and the tenderness of his lips and tongue on her body. He was worshipping her, and he wanted her to know it. Her throat ached as she cradled his head to her, little cries of pleasure slipping out. Hunter went to his knees in front of her and released her breasts to slide his hands over the curve of her waist and grip her hips. He squeezed her flesh and

she whispered, staring at his open eyes. "Then do it. Do what he would do, and what he'd want you to do." I got to my feet and held out my hand. She didn't move. "You're a Scorcher Ronnie! This is your life, this is what you do. We need you!" I felt bad for yelling at her, but there was nothing else I could do short of reaching out and slapping her. It was only a matter of time before more came. "We'll... We'll come back for him once we're done?"

It would be weird if she knew I was especially interested in her. "Yes, Sir!" Serena constantly nodded. 'You are ashamed, right?' Ryan sarcastically me. I wanted to look inside to see Aliyah, but the feeling of shyness made me turn to leave. I don't want to admit I am interested in Aliyah. I cannot accept my mate as a human being; more important, she is a hunter, enemies of werewolves. If, in the future, I become Alpha, how can a hunter like her become Luna of the Blood Moon pack? Maybe even because of her, I can't become Alpha. Mate being a hunter, is the werewolf's greatest disgrace.

And remember, beneath the fiery heat of desire, there beats a heart that craves love, understanding, and connection. Thank you for joining me on this journey. I can't wait for you to experience the magic of the Spicy One-Shot Collection. With love and passion, Unusualdee Passion Pages “Passion Pages isn't just any reflection journal; it’s a powerful tool for those who wish to accept their sensuality.” — Unusualdee. After diving into this collection of short erotic stories, you absolutely need to grab the reflection journal designed to process all those swirling emotions and tantalizing thoughts that spring up while reading!

Something aching to be molded. I met him in my Tuesday night workshop. "Erotics of Language"—a curated space for writers who wanted to learn how to use sensuality in storytelling. Most came in with curiosity or thinly veiled hunger. He came in with a notebook gripped like a lifeline and questions trembling on his lips. I noticed him in the third session. He waited until everyone had left to speak to me. “I—um—can I ask you something… off the record?” I folded my arms, tilted my head. “You just did.”

Amber An erotic image of him licking my cum in front of my pussy gripped my body, and the chain rustled with my excited breathing. “N-no…,” I swallowed, staring into the darkness, “please don’t….” And soft, plushy bristles brushed across my soaked lips. I cringed in tight pleasure, ripping from my throat. “Aaah! Hunter! What’s that?!” The bristles circled my labia, teasing them to open, and once they did, a familiar vibration pushed in—.

Her voice is delicious, and the sound of it slides straight between my legs and it makes my clit throb with need. My body has never reacted to anyone like this before…. Well, except the cute barista. But my pussy…. That has never throbbed before even when I see the barista. But right now? It’s uncontrollable. “I’m Lira, a succubus, as you can see.” She laughs, the sound sultry and seductive. “And I can smell your need from here. That shy little pussy’s been aching for years, hasn’t it?” I try to speak, try to tell her that this is just a mistake, but the words die in my throat like always. My cheeks burn. My soaked panties cling to me.

TRIGGER WARNING: THIS BOOK IS STRICTLY EROTICA. IT CONTAINS HIGHLY GRAPHIC SEXUAL CONTENT AND IS INTENDED FOR ADULT AUDIENCES ONLY (18+). DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE UNDER 18 OR SENSITIVE TO MATURE, EXPLICIT THEMES. "HUNGER UNLEASHED" "GARY'S POV" -------- For months, Elena Harper had been starving.

Chapter 53 LAURA This moment each time it comes it's like a nightmare one that lingers forever I wait for a change in his countenance but everything remains blank, no surprise look no gawking no tellin no moving away, He seats still looking at me unfazed as if waiting for a bigger news, "Aren't you going to say Anything?" I ask him unsure if he heard me right, "I'm sorry what?" "I'm a hunter" 'so?" "I've killed a lot"

How can it always be like that, so good? Hunter was getting it harder, and deeper, moving his hips and hammering in a insane rhythm inside me. I bit his shoulder hard and came really good, moaning till I felt him enlarging inside me and ejaculating intensively, wetting my thighs. We were lying on the floor, cuddling, caressing one another, till Hunter wake us up from our erotic movement, getting us back to reality “I’m starving, I’ll take you to a very cool restaurant I know around here.”