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Ivan and I then enter our room. As soon as the lights come on he grabs me, kissing me passionately. He kisses me on my soft wet lips, enjoying the taste of my cherry lip-balm. He’s now completely possessed with lust, which takes me back at first. He pushes me further towards the bed and runs his tongue along the arch of my neck and down towards my breasts. With his manly, strong hands—the same hands he uses to save lives every day—he caress every inch of my body. He runs his fingers up and down the length of my back, right down to my ass—squeezing my cheeks with frenzied passion. Like a powerful beast he hoists me up, allowing me to wrap my long silky smooth legs around his torso. He then be

But when she pulled it free, her breath stopped. The book was unlike anything she had ever seen. Its cover was bound in leather so dark it seemed almost black, though in the right light it shimmered faintly with hues of deep crimson. Strange symbols—curved, jagged, and foreign—were etched into its surface, pressed deep into the hide like scars. No title marked its spine. A lock, thin and ancient-looking, sealed its pages.

With my phone dangling in my hand, my gaze moved slowly around the space until it landed on the study table by the window. There were stacks of books, notebooks with pens thrown into a ceramic mug shaped like a cartoon bear. Curiosity nudged at me and against my better judgement, I stood and walked over. The first thing I noticed was the genre of the books. It was Forbidden Romance. Smirking, I picked one up. The cover was dramatic; dark silhouettes, a man in a suit looming behind a woman who looked simultaneously terrified and intrigued. I almost laughed as I flipped it open. Within seconds, I was scanning lines that felt familiar, making me huff quietly.

“As many as you want.” “That’s not—” “I’m serious. Go.” I moved through the narrow aisles and let my fingers trail over the spines. Some were cracked leather, others smooth paperback, the new ones still crisp and unbroken. I found myself in the romance section because of course I did. The covers were ridiculous with their shirtless men and promises of happy endings I’d stopped believing in. “These any good?” I jumped. Nate stood close enough that I caught the scent of cedar. “I don’t know. Haven’t read them yet.”

It’s a romance book with a half-naked man on the cover, a girl in a skimpy dress, and a wolf in the background titled ‘Taming the Alpha. He smirks as he passes it back to me, “Enjoy your reading, Elyria. I look forward to hearing your thoughts.” Conrad is shaking with the urge to laugh as he stands behind Atlas and Dahlia smacks his arm in annoyance. I scurry away, ready to leave the embarrassment behind. I rush to my bedroom instead of going to the office. I shake my head in frustration. Literally, I could’ve grabbed any other freaking book. Of course, I pick the one that screams sex!

The double penetration, the fullness in my mouth and cunt, the way they moved together, it was intense. I was dripping and soaked and my own arousal leaked down my thighs. Devon pulled out, his cock glistening with my spit. He leaned forward, pushing my dress down to bare my breasts. “Now for these,” he said, and his mouth closed over one nipple, sucking hard as his teeth grazed the sensitive peak. I cried out, the sound muffled against nothing. Hans seized the moment and kissed me. I kissed him back, drawing his lower lip between mine as he bit gently into my upper lip. The sensation doubled. Mitch fucking my cunt, Devon sucking my tits and Hans kissing me.

Removing some books from the top, my heart leaped for joy when I saw a book that I actually liked. "Thank you," I said with a smile as I pulled it out and admired the cover. "I'll continue to make use of them all." "What book is that?" Benjamin asked as he leaned in to look at the cover. "It's a fiction novel about romance in the midst of a plague," I answered and before I knew it, I was blabbering away.

She had the sense to realize he’d let her come before he reached his own orgasm, and this gentlemanly touch made her smile to herself—as if he’d held the door for her, or placed his coat over her shoulders on a chilly evening. He came as hard as she had, and then wrapped her in his arms and settled with her on the bed. She reached to pull the sheets around them, and when she did, her book fell off the pillow. Andrew saw she’d had the book open, spine cracked. She saw the frown on his face as he slid the bookmark between the pages and shut the novel, but he didn’t say a word. Still his hands went under the covers and he traced the lines he’d left there with his belt. Bookmarked.

Only this particular library was mainly archives and non-fiction works, and I was getting increasingly annoyed that even now, this didn't seem to be going right. My fingers slid along the spines of each individual novel and then rested on a famous historical romance novel. I picked it out and smiled at it. Leave it to Lyndra to have this tucked away in amongst the more straightforward reading options. Then another book caught my eye. Its spine was one of the most detailed I had seen, with gold stars going up its length. I put back Lyndra's novel and lifted out the second one instead. It was masterfully binded with intricate detailing. The star pattern continued on the front, making up the bo