Hair Raising Desires Chapter 1 นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Naya Hart If you just finished reading this, let's say a prayer together. Oh Lord, forgive me for I have sinned. 🙏🏽 And honestly? I am not even sorry. If you made it all the way to the end of Forbidden Desires — from Ruin Me Stepfather down to My boyfriend ,y stepbrother, you are built differently and I respect you deeply. 😭🖤 This book was never for the faint of heart. It was for the ones who read with the door locked and the brightness turned all the way down.

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It gains him more respect for her, generally even gains more interest in Ashley. END OF CHAPTER 43

Don't be shy to comment song recommendations too that you think could fit this story. Spicy Index: Jump to these chapters if you’re here for the smut: 1. Chapter 13 - A Clash of Power, the Fierce Beast and the CunningFox 2. Chapter 14 – The Beast’s Brutal Punishment 3. Chapter 27 Part II – Two Lovers Under the Starry Night Sky 4. Chapter 89 Part II – Phase 2: Settling Second Thoughts 5. Chapter 94 – This is home

This time I could not hold him back. A low growl escaped my throat. But strangely… I did not mind it. That tiny touch felt like a drug. Addictive. Dangerous. Something I wanted again. And again. Gia jolted. A sudden current ran through her body. Her sandalwood scent wrapped around me like a spell. It clouded my mind. Dark, sinful desires stirred inside my chest. But my mind still resisted. I looked at her. My mind told me to push her away.

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Perfect. As I flipped through the chapters, the story heated up fast. The protagonist, a shy librarian much like me, was cornered in the stacks by a dominant stranger. His hands roamed her body without mercy, fingers teasing her nipples until they ached, then dipping lower to claim her wetness. I shifted on the couch, feeling that familiar tingle between my legs. God, why did these books always get me so worked up? My thighs pressed together instinctively, seeking friction.

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My student. He is sitting in the back, his head down, staring at his laptop screen. He looks different from the wild, desperate boy from last night. He is wearing a simple, dark hoodie, his hair slightly unkempt. The change in his appearance is a small thing, but it’s a desperate attempt to hide the raw, primal energy I know he possesses. The memory of his trembling hands, the perfect shape of his lips, the way he moaned my name as he came… it all rushes back. I feel a hot, possessive wave of desire wash over me. I am a professional. I am a professor. I can’t want him.

“We’re just discussing literature. Nothing to be afraid of dear.” “I know, Professor,” she whispered, cheeks burning. Her modest white sundress suddenly felt really thin to her. “It’s just… some of these passages are very… vivid.” Ryan leaned down, his breath warm against her ear as he reached past her to turn the page of the open book. “That’s the beauty of it. Desire hidden beneath propriety. The way a single touch or glance can awaken something primal.” His fingers brushed the side of her neck. “Tell me, sweet girl… have you ever felt that kind of desire?”