Everybody Loves Large Chests Book 2 Novels & Stories

Thalia POV After a couple of days, I was ready to go back to the pack house. Nyx already healed me, but my body still feels stiff and I know my hips are bigger now because my sweatpants feel a little snug. I was already curvy to begin with. Not in an overweight kind of way, but my body shape has always been an hour-glass shape. ‘It’s a thicker hourglass now mojito. I have to admit; I’m going to enjoy having my hands on you when you are completely recovered.’ Aiden said.

Every hair on her arm stood as she beat back the panic welling in her breast. On the other hand, she had read novels in which the lady had enjoyed the pirate’s passionate kisses. The heroine in the book actually fell in love with the ruthless man. Isabelle rolled her eyes. It was beyond her knowledge how any woman could feel that way. Yet, Hawk had been attentive while she was being jolted atop his horse. It had seemed he almost cared about her discomfort when offering to have her lean against him.

she managed to say between breaths. “I love the way your tits raise and lower when you’re out of breath,” he chuckled. Aggressively taking one of her hardened nipples into his mouth while kneading the other with his free hand, he rammed his fingers back into her womanhood while his thumb settled on her sensitive nub. “No more!” she protested. “Just a bit more,” he forcefully snarled as he pulled his fingers from her and replaced them with his manhood. ***

Alexis even started blinking her eyelids there quite a few times. Alexis began to notice foreign objects in the chest. She found a vintage-colored rectangular box with beautiful ornaments around it there. Then right next to the rectangular box, Alexis also found a box that was also quite large which was also vintage in color with strange ornaments according to Alexis there. In addition, Alexis also found a small black-red pouch, as well as a large black-red pouch. Alexis furrowed her brows there even more, because she didn't know for sure what was actually in the chest there right now. “The contents of this chest are not too much, it turns out. I think this chest feels heavy, because of its

This made me feel a bit self-conscious. The low back, adorned with intricate beadings that made a delicate pattern, showed off the curve of my spine. The daring neckline framed the swell of my chest with a provocative elegance. The fabric, a rich midnight black with a subtle sheen, seemed to suck in the light, creating a glow that sparkled with each move. Surveying other outfits with a detached air, Jayden turned to face me. The reaction was instant. His steely gaze burned with an intensity that betrayed a hunger. As his look swept over me, the glint in his eyes showed a fiery appreciation that bordered on animalistic desire.

I didn't want to be a thief even if Gera was technically responsible for the thefts. My favorite of all the wonderful tomes was a book about love. The main character was this buff and dreamy human man with piles of muscles who oozed confidence. The woman he loved swooned at the thought of him, and it had very outlandish descriptions of human sex. It wasn't that way for nymphs, for one I'd never seen a male nymph with more than slight muscles and certainly none that made fire explode in my belly.

His lips curved slightly. "I'm Albert Craig." I folded my arms. "Lucy George." "Yes." The answer came a little too quickly. As if he already knew everything about me. Which, honestly, was becoming increasingly obvious. A long silence followed. Finally, Albert gestured toward the open door. "Would you like to continue this conversation in the hallway?" I glanced around. Then sighed. Unfortunately, he had a point. Reluctantly, I stepped inside. The suite was larger than my entire apartment. Possibly larger than my parents' house. Floor-to-ceiling windows overlooked the city skyline. Modern furniture filled the room. Everything looked expensive. Very expensive.

He lifted her onto the counter in one motion, stepping between her thighs, hands already tearing at the buttons of her jacket. She shoved his jacket off his shoulders, yanked his T-shirt over his head. His chest was broad, inked—black linework vines curling across his pecs, a small constellation of stars along his collarbone. She dragged her nails down his abs, hard enough to leave red trails. He hissed, retaliated by ripping the last buttons of her whites open. Her bra was black lace; he shoved it down, palmed her breasts, thumbs circling her nipples until they ached. “Fucking hate you,” she breathed against his mouth.

Drago falls into step behind me, no longer surprised about me rushing off places. I yank open my door, eyes searching the room for where they placed the chest. There it rests, leaning next to one of my bookshelves. I fall to my knees and examine the chest. It’s old and made of wood. There is nothing special about the outside of it, it looks like a simple old chest. My father gave this to me when I left but I was so wrapped up in everything I totally forgot about it. I grip the side and try to push the lid open and it doesn’t budge. Frowning I notice there’s no lock on the chest keeping it shut but it still won’t open. Sitting back on my heels I bit my lip contemplating on what to do.

Lixue's uncle didn't answer right away and took the two of them to a large library room where he took out a book that suddenly grew larger. "You are the great-granddaughter of a goddess created by the father on Earth," Lei said as he opened the enlarged book. "Ah?" Erika and Lixue stated as they looked at the book floating in front of them. Lei flipped through the pages while Lixue and Erika thought about what to say. "Goddess? Deity? Who are her great-grandparents and who is her father that auntie mentioned?" Lixue asked, confused as she wondered how someone like Erika, just an ordinary person, could become the great-granddaughter of a deity.