Novel & Cerita Heartthrobs Book

Penelope had gone back to her room to take a short nap. She finished the book she held and shut it. Walking slowly towards the large bookshelf, she dropped it and picked another one. "Taming her wild heart." She read the title out loud. Her eyes lit up at the erotic book cover. It was a picture of a man with dark hair and dreamy eyes. A blonde haired woman straddled him on a bed, her head thrown back and her eyes closed. The picture reminded her of Henry and the intimate moment they shared in the bathroom some nights ago.

I feel the strength in him, the restraint. And then my hand reaches the front of his throat. He swallows—thickly, heavily—like every part of him is on fire and he’s barely keeping it contained. But I don't look at him. My fingers glide downward, brushing over his chest, feeling the pounding of his heart. It beats wildly, frantically, like mine. I flatten my hand against it, closing my eyes for a second just to feel that rhythm. The pulse that keeps him alive. The thing that makes him real. Mortal. One thing goes wrong, and it stops beating. It's so tender. So powerful.

I closed my eyes, moving my breasts against his chest, loving the way his hard, solid mass pressed against my lovely babies. “Thorn,” I moaned softly, wishing there were no barriers between us and I could feel his chest, all hot and sweaty against mine. “You need to stop,” He groaned, reaching for my shoulders and just when I thought he would wrench me away, his hands tightened around them and he crushed me harder against him. “Yesss,” I drawled, gasping in damned delight when his huge, hard thighs slid right between my legs and rubbed against my pussy. “This… This shouldn’t be happening,” Thorn hissed and when I looked up, his eyes were fixed on the junction where his thigh and my pussy met

My heart slammed against my ribs. I shoved the phone into my back pocket, the screen still glowing faintly against the denim. Quickly, I turned toward the cart and began sliding books into place with forced calm, pretending to be deeply focused on arranging them in alphabetical order. The footsteps grew closer, deliberate and unhurried. My pulse roared in my ears. The heated words from Rhys still burned behind my eyes, my body still humming with unspent arousal. Please just keep walking, I thought desperately. Please don’t stop.

One hand fisted in my curls. "Like that," he muttered. "Deeper." I moaned around him, the vibration making his thighs tense. My own cock strained against my jeans, aching. Elias's grip tightened. "Look at me." I did, eyes watering but holding his gaze as I sucked harder. He cursed under his breath, thrusting into my throat. I took it, relaxing, letting him use my mouth. Tears pricked my eyes but the thrill drowned everything else. "Shit, Noah..." His voice broke a little.

Like hе еvеn nееdеd tо аѕk. “Well . . .” I brеаthеd. “A bооk boyfriend hаѕ gоt to be very hоt, have a ripped bоdу аnd a face thаt wоuld take уоur brеаth away.”

Holly felt her heart skip, warmth spreading through her as she basked in the glow of the moment. She gave Yoel a silent message with her lips. "Wait for me." Holly thought it might be time to let go of her past heartbreak. Not every guy was going to be like Luke, after all. Freshly dressed, Holly dashed to the underground garage. Excitement about her dinner with Yoel made her heart race. However, her excitement was instantly shattered. A sudden embrace from behind made her scream. It took the shaky whispering voice to realize who it was.

I screamed, startled. "Charlie!" Amelia Joyner, a pretty woman who had come with me, rushed over first. Without saying a word, she shoved the person away. "Never thought I'd encounter a female thug today. Since Charlie won't hit women, I'll do it!" Before I knew it, the two of them were scuffling on the floor.

The room felt warmer and more intimate. I opened the box and took out the vibrator. It was smooth, curved, and surprisingly heavy in my palm. My cheeks burned as I turned it on. The low, powerful buzz filled the quiet room, making my stomach flutter. I lay back against my pillows, heart racing. Before I could overthink it, I opened I*******m and went straight to Ezekiel’s profile. There it was — the most liked video that I had also been obsessed with for weeks.

They can’t hurt what they can’t see. I did not drop it. I raised it. And I looked—not at the chains, not at the monster’s arms—but at its chest. At the place where all those books fused into a roughly rib‑like cage. At the single, massive volume wedged dead center: a heavy, iron‑clasped tome that hadn’t moved once, even when the rest of its body shifted. Its “heart.” “That,” I gasped, pointing with the pen. “Its heart is a locked book—pry it open!”