Gobble It Swallow It Song

"You know I can't talk while you're here", he says. His voice is rough, dangerous and hungry. I swallow, my throat dry. But I don't look away. "Why?" I ask, my fingers trace his jaw, trembling. "I'll be good. Promise". A dark laugh rumbles through his chest. "I don't want good", he says, voice rough. "I want you screaming my name… just not here. Not in front of the president and the damn press". His control slips as he buries his face in my neck. His lips burn where they touch. "Christ", he mutters. "What are you doing to me? I have a speech to deliver. But I can't even remember the first line. I swear I know it, but…" "You're a dirty bastard", I whisper, breathless. "Yours", he says, his teeth grazing my earlobe. "So… what do I tell the president?" –––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––– Aneeka's messy divorce leaves her heartbroken. With her inheritance on the line, outwitting her cheating ex should be her only goal. But fate has other ideas. Just 24 hours after the divorce, she unexpectedly marries Derek Simon, the country's most eligible bachelor. What starts as a wild, prove a point kiss explodes into an undeniable, all consuming passion. The pull between them is real, hot, and impossible to ignore. Is this her second chance at love? Or a disaster waiting to happen?

Will your soul let me in? That is the question Adam had for Eve before even speaking a word to her. He had been searching for her his whole life. Being a successful CEO at the young age of 26 was a major achievement for him, but not nearly as important as finding his Eve. He had so much love in his heart for a woman that he didn’t even know existed. He’d fantasized about her, and swept the globe literally in search of her. She wanted what they said was hers. The full fantasy, she wanted her Adam. She wanted the love that played the song in her heart. She wanted everything they said to be true. She wanted to fall in love with the man of her dreams, her soulmate, and have the perfect happily ever after...but did it exist? Was it possible? Go on this amazing, sexy, romantic journey as two worlds collide in a way that will leave you swaying to their song. The romantic dance these two have will keep you wanting more. Adam and Eve is unlike anything you have ever imagined. I also have a surprise for you, it is interactive! If you want to get the full effect of each steamy, romantic, or touching moment get into their playlist included below. It will put you in the midst of their love story.

Ana Reed is wallowing in huge debts with no means in sight to pay them,until she meets Asher Howard, the grandson and CFO of the multi billionaire company, Howard Companies,who offers her money more than enough to pay her debts in exchange for a contract marriage with him. With her creditors threatening her and the mouth watering offer, Ana is left with no choice than to accept Asher's proposal. Will their fake marriage blossom into something more beautiful or will the  several obstacles such as Asher's conniving and overly ambitious cousin who is determined to bring Asher down, his wife, who would support her husband in everything he does, Ana's dirty past as a drug dealer and Asher's inner demons, swallow them whole?

Michael Dalton, a billionaire with companies worldwide, turned cold-hearted after a past incident. Handsome and arrogant, he disbelieves in love, despises women, and rarely smiles. Enter Alicia Swiz, a spirited beauty who thrives on mischief. Living with her friend Felicia in a small London apartment, Alicia's world collides with Michael's during an unexpected encounter. Their fateful meeting leads to a clash, with Alicia berating Michael for his lack of apology. To her dismay, she discovers he is her new boss at the interview. As they navigate their strained relationship, will Alicia swallow her pride to keep her job? And can Michael overcome his aversion to love as he finds himself falling for his assistant who despises him?

" Are you sure you want to do this?" His deep voice made her swallow hard, his dangerous yet beautiful eyes drew her in and finally, his warm touch left sparks on her skin." Ezra will have my head." His words didn't match the look in his eyes. She knew he wanted her as much as she did or maybe more! " I just want my mate." she finally said, making her intentions clear, the desired look in her eyes matching his." I'm here." It all started when Catherine became the chosen mate of the Lycan king who was known for his cruelty. But everything went downhill when fate intervened and her fated mate surfaced, he was no other than the strongest Lycan warrior and the most trusted warrior to the Lycan king. Fate, betrayal, love, and destiny, would Catherine be happy especially when the Lycan king wants no other woman as his mate aside from her?

“Please… f*ck me. I’m burning.” Those weren’t the words Aurora Blaire ever thought she’d say—especially not on the night of her engagement party. But one reckless, forbidden night shattered everything she believed about herself. A twenty-two-year-old virgin raised to be perfect, Aurora suddenly wakes up in the wrong bed—with a stranger who isn't her fiancé. Her innocence, her reputation, her future—one night threatens it all. And watching her fall apart? A ruthless, possessive billionaire with eyes dark enough to swallow sin. He saw her trembling, her tears, and something inside him snapped. He didn’t want to use her—he wanted to protect her. To shield her from the wicked world. To claim her. To make her his. He’s willing to burn the world to keep her safe… But the only person he can’t protect her from is… himself.

Isabella, an aspiring young artist looking for any opportunity to become famous and rich and prove to her parents that you can make a living being an artist and being a doctor is not the only way, until she meets Noah knight who offers her an opportunity to make her art famous in exchange for a contract marriage with him. Will their fake marriage blossom into something beautiful, making the two believe in love again or will the several obstacles such as Isabel’s past come back to hunt her, Noah’s inner demons swallow them whole?

Josh Carter, a beguiling wealthy person known for his costly occasions and laid-back manner, is at crossroads. At the point when his dad dies suddenly, he is given a horrendous predicament framed in his dad's will: wed to acquire the Carter family riches, or watch everything deteriorate away. The Carter realm's past weighs intensely on Josh's shoulders, yet the idea of surrendering his unique lone fierce way of life feels like detainment. Josh makes a dangerous arrangement to get away from this unexpected circumstance. He moves toward Amy Wesley, the contemplative and bashful proprietor of a little bookstore in the downtown area, with a fascinating proposition: a contract marriage. Amy, who is lowered under water and fantasies about reestablishing her valued yet monetary striving bookstore, takes Josh's deal. They start their contract marriage, what starts as a ploy changes into considerably more. Josh's unbending facade starts to break, finding scars from a difficult past he's for quite some time tried to neglect. Amy, with secret stores of force, shrewdly directs Josh through the complexities of their bogus marriage. Their lives become weaved surprisingly, and the limits between what's valid and what's only for show get obscured. Amy finds a secret note tending to her, covered in the dusty profundities of the bookstore, similarly as they have faith in the possibility of certifiable love. The note implies a labrynth of foul play and covered thought processes that causes some qualms about Josh's real goals. Amy starts on an excursion to find the purpose for Josh's inspirations, driven by encoded hints from the note, and the plot takes an unexpected bearing. The novel closes with a strained excursion through the city's complex roads, leaving Amy's life in risk, and a dark message implying towards a perilous plot squeezing to swallow them both.

He has made it crystal clear that I’m not to call him ‘boss’ except on certain occasions, like right now, when his dominating gaze carries a hint of playfulness. I can’t help but smile every time he gets like this, all lovey-dovey, but when he whispers in my ears asking me to go on an adventure with him, it is like an invitation to a forbidden feast and the thought sends a shiver down my spine which unlike you would think, is almost painful. Maybe this is because I have been on an adventure with him for as far as I want to recollect. My memories, if you peeked inside, would be overflowing with every moment with him, each one a brushstroke painted with his boldness and my, well, let’s call it a touch of recklessness. I now wear a souvenir, a mark etched onto my soul. It’s like a silent agreement, a reminder that our fates are tangled, intertwined like climbing vines. He’s the puppet master, my very own Mr. Strings, and every twist and turn of his whims gets woven into the fabric of my being. Maybe you find that hard to believe, like something out of a fairytale. But trust me, my darling, as I unravel the threads of our adventure, one by one, you’ll understand. With each turn and twist, you’ll find yourself hooked, a willing captive in the captivating narrative of our lives, possibly harnessed in the labyrinth of our love, where danger dances with delight, and fate is etched in the footprints of a love like no other. So buckle up, dear reader, for this isn’t a mere tale, it’s a thrill ride, a love song made of equal parts fear and freedom.

I glue my back to the door hoping it would swallow me up as a whole. “Is my feisty kitten scared now?” his 6’2 tall figure towering over me. Pulling up his right hand from his pocket, he grips onto my nape, bringing my face infront of his, mingling our breaths. I attach my hands to his chest in an attempt to put some distance between us. My efforts turn futile when he won’t budge but instead shoves his face into the crook of my neck inhaling my scent. “There is no point in running away now, kitten. You are already trapped” he speaks against my skin. Sparks erupt through my body, travelling down my spine and settling between my legs. Another hand going around my waist pulling me closer to dig his face deeper into my neck. “No wonder you always had men swarming around you all the time!” his deep growls affecting me in a way it shouldn’t.