Heat Of The Moment Novel นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Without a word, she crossed the room, sinking into their embrace as the first golden rays of dawn spilled through the window. Lucia melted into their touch, her body igniting with a fierce passion that had been building all night. Aiden's calloused hands trailed along her curves, eliciting a shiver, while Declan pressed fervent kisses along her neck, nipping gently at her pulse point. A low, rumbling growl escaped Lucia's lips as she arched into them, desire coiling tight within her core.

I wondered if she would end up throwing her pride away and scrambling for supplies like I did last time. I was honestly looking forward to it. I hoped she wouldn't disappoint me too soon! The next morning… The sun hadn't even risen when the heat woke me up. That same suffocating, bone-dry feeling from my past life came rushing back. I quickly switched on the air conditioner, and the cool air brought me back to my senses. It must have already been scorching hot outside. The plants outside my window were all drooping and wilting. I stood quietly in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, watching as the sun slowly climbed higher. The clock on the wall ticked back and forth. The apocalyptic heatw

It was a Novel by Ana huang famous author for the twisted series, it was Twisted hate and the open page was one the steamy hate sex scenes between Jules and josh I picked it up and started to read it, I couldn’t hold it anymore, I bit my lips and my eyes narrowed as I could feel my wetness,drip down my legs. I needed the release, with or without the cute guy, I sat on the singular chair there, spreading my legs and rubbing my swollen clit,I made sure I kept my moans muffled. I was interrupted by someone clearing their throat,my eyes widened at the cute guy staring at me. “Don’t stop” his voice husky as I could see the dick bulging against his zipper.

Fire burned through me with a numbing intensity, and a cry tore past my lips. Heat! Ivy and I were on heat! Fuck

I couldn’t take it anymore. Derek’s punishment in his office left me shaking and desperate, my body aching with need he wouldn’t let me have. Every time I saw him or Matthew, it got worse. The tension, the jealousy, the way they both looked at me but held back, it was driving me crazy. Then it hit me hard. My heat came early, way stronger than ever before. I felt it start in my stomach, a hot, tight feeling that spread everywhere, making my skin burn and my pussy throb. I knew I was in trouble.

Aliyah places her hand on top of mine and guides me to the rhythm she prefers. "Yes," she moans, "just keep going like that." Her breath catches as she rolls her hips back to face me, her body racing to the next explosion. If I had the ability to stop time, I would want to freeze frame this moment. Our bodies are closer than they have ever been, Aliyah's moans are driving me insane, and the warmth of her wrapped around my cock is the icing on the cake. "Right now," she says. "Come right now! ”

“Just hands. Mouth. Cock. Knowing exactly what they’re doing.” Heat surged through my cheeks down to my chest now between my legs in a rush so fierce I pressed my thighs together instinctively. My nipples tightened against the thin silk of my camisole, traitorous peaks begging for attention. I should have snatched the paper back, laughed it off. Told him to leave. Instead, I whispered, “You’re not supposed to know that.”

It wasn't about pages anymore, but skin, heat, and the obscene echo of their passion. The poetry aisle was dark, almost pitch-black, but for the tiny strip of light bleeding in from the exit sign and the glow of Rowan's phone-still open to that stained paperback. Claire's back was flattened against the cold metal of the bookshelf, heat pooling at the edge of her damp panties. Her hand was pressed hard to her mouth, muffling breathless gasps and soft moans, her other fingers clutching a binding like it was her lifeline. Rowan was behind her, hands strong on her hips, the tip of his cock pressing wet and insistently against her entrance.

Though my vision was blurry, I kept my eyes glued to the woman in front of me. She seemed familiar and like a complete stranger at the same time. Just last night, this dazzling, showy woman had held my foot, kissing it and saying how much she loved me in an affectionate voice. And yet, now, she wanted me dead on the spot. Pain crashed over me all of a sudden. It felt like my arms had been ripped off. Blood streamed down my face, stinging my eyes. It hurt so much that I clenched my jaw and could not even scream.

Selena looked at me, like she wanted to say something, but did not. That night, for the first time, I called Harry. Using Selena's phone. It rang for a long time before he picked up. "Hello? Who's this?" Harry's voice sounded impatient. "It's me. Suzy." "Oh. Suzy. What is it? Couldn't make it out there on your own? Want to come back? "Let me tell you something. You're too late. There's no place for you in this house anymore. "Larisse has everything running perfectly. Adrian is getting better and better. We're doing great. Really, really great.