Everybody Loves Large Chests Book 2 Novels & Stories

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.

The tree trunk behind her seemed to fade into the background, its rough bark a stark contrast to the smooth, perfect skin of Nathan's chest. As she broke away from the kiss, her eyes fluttered open, drinking in the sight of Nathan's half-naked form. His shirt lay discarded on the ground, revealing a broad, wide chest that seemed chiseled by the gods themselves. His abdomen was a masterpiece of muscle and sinew, each ridge and curve perfectly defined. The lady's hands seemed to move of their own accord, tracing the contours of Nathan's torso, feeling the smooth, perfect skin beneath her fingertips.

They fall silently, hot on my skin. I turn my head away, ashamed. "Do not cry," he says, his voice strangely soft. "Not for this." He takes me in his arms. It is not the savage embrace from the terrace. It is not the brutal seizure of possession. It is an embrace that envelops, that contains. That protects. I resist for a moment, stiff, then my body breaks against his. I sob, shaken with shivers, hiding my face in the rough fabric of his suit. I cry for the little girl who believed her beauty was a talisman. I cry for the woman who believed intelligence was a weapon. I cry for us, for this monstrous marriage of desire and hatred, passion and destruction.

Turn my eyes around. We are on the ridge now. I was taken to Third's townhouse. I can also see the sea from here. She took a deep breath of fresh air. I close my eyes and open them. Somehow reduce the weight I carry now. I saw Third lying on the wooden chair with his hands raised on his head he made a pillow. His eyes were closed. When I looked at it. What a spark I felt and the strength of my heartbeat. I have long noticed myself and admit that I love him. But I endured my feelings. Don't love him. Because that's wrong.

Can you do that for me? Goddess, he was lewd, and I loved it. I’d never met a man who was the same as my book boyfriends. I recently started reading again because I wasn’t allowed to for years. It was as if Dane hand jumped off the page and was coming for me. He said all the yummy sinful things. Wait. Did he say what I think he did? Four fingers side by side?! I lifted my fingers in front of me and lined them up, closing the space between them. My jaw dropped and my eyes just about popped out of my head. There was no way he was this thick. My ex hadn’t been this big and just like that disgust filled me. I closed my eyes tight and took deep breaths. No. I’m not going to do that. I compared ev

Emma I woke up with the sensation of a hand caressing my belly while lips, and a warm breath, touched the skin of my neck. I sighed satisfied and pushed my body against the hand as I tried to get closer to the body behind mine. His muscular chest grazed my back and could do nothing but cause me chills all over my body. That chest I had been exploring inch by inch all night, with my hands and my mouth. Axel and I hadn’t split up for a second since the first time we were together, it was like our bodies were two magnets compensating for each other.

She pushed the attic door open, slipping inside and locking it behind her. The attic was vast, cluttered with forgotten relics of the past. Moonlight filtered through a small circular window, casting eerie shadows across the room. Sasha leaned against the door, trying to steady her breathing, when her eyes caught something glinting on the far side of the attic. She approached cautiously, weaving through the dust-covered furniture and cobweb-laden boxes. The glint came from a large, ornate chest, its brass fittings polished and pristine as if untouched by time. Sasha hesitated, her instincts warring against her curiosity, but something compelled her to lift the heavy lid.

“Nothing. Just… an interesting choice.” I looked down at the book, confused. Then my eyes went wide. On the cover was a man with no shirt and big muscles. A woman was pressed close to him. Their lips were touching. The big, bold title read: “Desire’s Embrace.” My face turned red all at once. I had bought… a romance novel.

She loved how he responded to her. “Do you know how really beautiful you look lying like this?” Creighton asked, setting down next to her, resting the box across her tummy. “You have an amazing body and I love playing with it.” “What did you buy?” she asked with a blush. “Open it,” he told her and watched her sit up, unwrapping the brown paper from the box. Inside was a small wooden treasure chest with a heart shaped golden lock, the key hanging on a string. “What do we have?” she asked, unlocking the box and lifting out a package with a naked woman on the front, her arms bound in a black band in front of her naked torso.

She passed the bottle to Bobbi. “Now that we’re good, I’m going to change out of this sneakin’ suit,” Anthony said. “It’s hot as fuck.” Everyone chuckled. “Maybe I should have gotten glasses,” Aaron said. “I want to make a toast.” “Well, go get them,” Anthony said and took his shirt off. His chest was smooth like melted chocolate, and it had slight muscle definition. Margo cut on the stereo as Aaron got the glasses. Hip-hop hummed through the speakers.