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The school was boring anyway. Even now, I was currently staring at one of those books, an ancient werewolf romance novel, while she was reading a much hotter and more recent one; Inferno, Yeah it went along with the title and all. According to her, she wanted to spice things up with Charles and didn't mind recreating some of the scenes from the book, the girl was such a dirty-minded one, and she didn't mind sharing all those gruesome details with me.

The feeling of being so full, so used, made the heat explode hotter inside me. Thorne reached up and cupped the back of my neck. He pulled me down until my mouth was against his shoulder. “Bite me, mate. Drink from me while we fill you. Take my blood and let the bond lock in.” I did not hesitate. The heat made me wild. I opened my mouth and sank my teeth into the thick muscle of his shoulder. His skin broke under my bite and hot blood flowed over my tongue. It tasted sweet and wild, like dark honey and raw power. The second it hit my throat, fire raced through my whole body.

In this case, he could only hold himself back and give her time to accept him slowly. They laid down on the bed, and he asked, "Do you girls like to read domineering CEO related novels?" "They're alright. I prefer reading ancient romance novels," Wrenna said. "Some of those domineering CEO romance novel titles are related to spoiling the girl, but in fact, they turn out to be heart-tormenting. I don't like to read those types of stories." Charles thought to himself, "Ancient romance novels? What the hell is that?"

"Whatever happened to love each other first then... then doing the deed after. Is everyone after physical contact only these days? What about getting to know each other first? Chivalry? Romantic date?" I sighed and stopped spinning, facing my laptop and visiting a bookstore's site to see what books sell. Ah, of course, my book wouldn't be in the top 10, and I didn't hope so; what's staring back at me is the top 10 best-selling books for the week, where five of ten are Erotic Romance books. "And I thought my company wouldn't be like other companies who are after profit; I was wrong. Then again, business is business."

it felt so new to you since it's Genesis the man I love and I never had sex with him. you looked into his eyes. you were turned on by his face; the raised eyebrow, the seductive eyes, the little smirk plastered on his face. oh goodness. I thought that I already moved on but I was wrong. All this time I'm still in love with him. you didn't realize that he loosened your red lace brassiere. your breath hitched, he was that damn fast. you let your straps fall to your shoulder as he slowly removes the cloth from your chest.

How I met him was quite a meet-cute, never have I been in a relationship this passionate. He was everything and supported me, he gave me all I ever asked for. Since I first met him at the club, where I turned from a waitress to a striper, he had always hovered around me. He made me felt special, I could see his love for me in his eyes. We never had any problems, just small irrelevant arguments. I have been dreaming about the day he would propose to me, to be sincere, I have never been this patient in my life.

CRAWLING THROUGH TEMPTATION We’re almost there.” His scratchy, low drawl carried through the craggy tunnel. A bead of water dripped along her nose and she shivered. The quiet buried deep down into her being was only interrupted by the minute shuffling through the small, dripping cave passage. Who’d have thought a first-year anniversary could be so romantic? There could have been sarcasm there—but there wasn’t. For two people who’d met on an online caving site this was perfection. Or their end destination would be, once Max got his gorgeous, well-toned ass out of her headlamp. Beneath the stink of sulpher and earthier, muddy things, Lela breathed in the thread of her lover’s spicy cologne. Sh

"That, Adam's words prove to be a curse for me until now." Yara clenched her fists that were under the table. She remembers the words of Adam, her first love and first ex boyfriend in high school when they broke up. "I swear you won't be able to date forever. Anyway, you won't be able to get married until you can see me on the aisle."

She found the key, its metal cool and heavy. The cabinet door swung open with a soft creak, revealing rows of journals bound in dark leather, each spine labeled by year. She pulled out the most recent one, the pages slightly worn from frequent handling, and sank into Victor’s chair. The leather was warm, as if he had just vacated it. His scent enveloped her. She opened to the first entry, dated six months after she had left.

The Nun In The Library I IN the library, dust motes danced in the lone shaft of light that shone through the stained-glass window, illuminating the rows of bookshelves that were properly lined in the back. Sister Mary, her habit a stark silhouette against the warm glow, traced a finger along the spine of a theological text. The scent of old paper and beeswax polish clung to the air, a familiar comfort that came when she was reading books. Today, however, an unfamiliar tremor rippled beneath her skin. A new scent, sharp and vital, cut through the accustomed quiet: sandalwood and something else, something musky and undeniably male.