Extremely Loud And Incredibly Close Novel Novels & Stories

And when he came to her it was like dying and being reborn in a flash flood of wild sensation. Everything was sharper, hotter, and more intense, her body trained to an extraordinary pitch of sensitivity. It was agony and ecstasy, each glorious moment building into an explosive, slow-burning climax that made her sob and gasp in wonder at the peak and then subsides, still shivering in the aftermath of an intolerable pleasure. Christophe smiled down at her, a very male smile of indolent satisfaction. He pressed his lips to her damp cheek and she felt moisture smart behind her eyes. In all her life, Lara could never recall feeling so outrageously happy.

A V E R Y L O U D thumping suddenly emanated. It was coming from the village’s entrance. It sounded like a hundred hammers all hitting the ground alternatingly and the ground shook, dust quickly levitating and clouding the night air. Something else accompanied the hammering noise. Strange snorting noises similar to that of a breathing animal—about a dozen of them. The once tranquil vicinity and night of silence was plunged into a noisy mayhem when there came a very shrill cry that was enough to send both Natasha and Lucas springing up in bed as well as the rest of the villagers.

He can't be seen from the street. He is covered by a very tall hedge. He is reading... Yes, the closer I get, the clearer it is that he is reading something out loud. A novel. I stop to listen and his warm, lulling voice transports me to another dimension. I know this book...I have a feeling I've heard these words before... It's Lolita! A gasp comes out of my mouth.

I can't hear anything aside from the deafening silence. I just continue walking into the unknown until I saw familiar high mahogany doors. The Solveig's Library, perhaps. I turn the knob and again, eternal darkness consumes me. I open my eyes and the high shelves that almost reach the ceiling surround me. But this part of the library is new to me. I look around and I saw a book enclosed with glass cover near me. I come closer to see it. I touch its glass cover and to my surprise, it vanishes in just a snap.

A deep, resonant voice, like distant thunder, rumbled right next to my ear. "Don't fight, little one, I won't harm you!" he whispered, while grazing the shell of my ear, with his hot breath and warm lips. The unexpected intimacy, the sheer proximity of this stranger, sent a sudden unfamiliar sensation rolling down my body, settling low in my belly—a dizzying mix of fear and something akin to a startling jolt of electricity. He smelled expensive, like aged leather and pipe smoke, a scent that spoke of warmth and security, things I knew only in dreams.

He suddenly closed my eyes. [What are you doing?] "I think the light might be too blinding for you" He whispered near my ear. Don't speak near to my ear. It's becoming more and more sensitive, he is always speaking near my ear. I am not getting habituated at all. We reached a room. The room is too bright because Ril moved his hand away just after we entered our room. I can see the lights from the windows. Many people are walking and talking and laughing outside. This place seems so happy and lively but the werewolves and vampires are enemies, so a small trigger is enough to make this marriage house into a bloodshed in a second.

Eddy joked a playful grin on his face. I closed my eyes exhaling slowly knowing full well that the castle would be waiting. -Valerie’s Pov- If waking up with ringing ears and the room spinning wasn't confusing enough. The scent made me want to bury my head in the sand. The smell of death and pine needles made me instantaneously realize that this wasn't my room. Or even my pack.

Isabella clutched Angelo's hair as her moans became louder. He went down lower and finally got to the curve between her legs. He licked her happy button with his tongue and Isabella's breath got stuck in her throat. He lifted her two legs wide apart to get better access but suddenly stopped when he heard a buzzing sound. He lifted his face and looked at Isabella whose cheeks were blushing. She stared at him in return as she struggled to control her breathing. They heard the buzzing sound again and Angelo got up to find out where it was coming from.

This book is a work of fiction. The names, characters, places and incidents are products of the writer’s imagination or have been used fictitiously and are not to be constructed as real. Any resemblance to persons, living or dead, actual events, locales or organizations is entirely coincidental. Hold Me Close (A Heron’s Landing Novella) Published by Blue Violet Press LLC Seattle, Washington Copyright © 2016, 2017, 2020 by Iris Morland Cover design by Qamber Designs

A hard smack against my ass followed my question; my eyes widened in shock and pain when he answered, "No, sore." Using his knee, he parted my legs and, still massaging me, guided himself in. I caught my breath, feeling him invade the space that had ached for him in the past two days; my wet slit was all the welcome he needed. And when he began to thrust, I moaned, arching my hips to meet his rhythm; I tried hard not to be loud, biting it all into my hands. "Nikolai..." I pant, "They'll hear us."