Iron And Silk Book Novels & Stories

Infuriatingly gentle. Focus, Abigail. “Silk,” I said quickly, latching onto the first thing that came to mind. “I’ve always liked silk. It’s one of those textures you can’t go wrong with. Classic.” Alexander’s voice followed mine. “She always looks good in emerald.”

My bruised and battered body was enveloped by the softest, most luxurious material I had ever encountered. It wasn't the rough wool of the omega attic blankets. These were sheets. Real, high-thread-count silk sheets, cool to the touch yet instantly warming as my skin brushed against them. The air smelled rich. Expensive. It was heavy with the intoxicating scent of aged oak, rare spices, and a residual, electric thrum of ozone that made my inner wolf, barely awake, whimper in immediate, groveling submission. King Silas Vane. The memory hit me with the force of a physical blow. The impossible size of him, the terrifying crimson fire in his eyes, the earth-shattering growl that had frozen my so

“It’s our third night, Lucian. I want to feel everything.” “You’re mine tonight, Elara,” he growled against my lips. “ Now choose a darker book, let’s make this deeper than you can ever imagine.” I picked Silken Chains. It had more raw hard deep sex and scenes than just mere touches. Exactly what I needed. My hands shook with excitement as I opened it. The moment I began reading aloud, the magic responded fiercely. I felt Invisible silk bindings wrapped around my wrists pulling them behind my back. Lucian bent me forward to the edge of an old oak desk.

This time, she would not know who she was talking to because she would not be able to identify the face of any guard or maid. They chained her to the bed frame and left her there. The air conditioner was turned up to its highest as the room felt cooler than usual. She turned to her chains and looked at them. She pulled at them but they were too strong for her fragile hands and so she called out to Mirabella, her inner wolf. "Mirabella, any luck with this. We need to get out of here." Mirabella answered. She said the chain might seem ordinary to the eyes but Mr Jones Vones had someone make them. It seemed like the handwork of a witch and no wolf's strength could break them.

Leather-bound books with worn spines and faded gold lettering. I forgot my anger for a moment.I reached toward one.Then stopped.I didn't want to give Jaxson the satisfaction of seeing how much this affected me.The butler noticed.“Would you like me to take them away?”My hand moved before I could stop it.“No.”He stepped back.I carefully picked up the smallest book.The leather was cracked from age.The pages were yellowed, but the binding was still strong.

A Treasonous Pact in Silk . Rahul led Karen away from the noise, past a row of parked earthmovers, and towards a low, makeshift storage shed at the far edge of the plot. The path was uneven, and Karen stumbled slightly. He caught her, his hands settling on her hips, steadying the cumbersome folds of the green silk. “Careful, Queen,” he murmured. “This empire is harder to walk in than a power suit.” “The silk is a distraction,” she countered, her hand rising to touch the strong line of his throat. “It’s too much wrapping. It’s a beautiful prison.” The challenge in her eyes was unmistakable.

I wish he were here just so I could yell it to his face. I lift the lid and I find another box inside. When I open that one, the smile clears off my face instantly. Silk. A set of lingerie in exotic colors. Black, wine red, and a dark violet that looks like a bunch of exotic secrets. I pick up the wine-red set and feel the fabric in my hands. “Oh my god!” I breathe out, pausing for a few seconds to feel it. It feels like… water. It’s so tiny and delicate it’s almost not even there in my hand.

Book 3: Silken Whispers Riley Pov The soft lighting in the private suite felt different tonight — warmer, more intimate, with silk scarves draped over the furniture and the faint scent of jasmine in the air. I stood in the center of the room, heart racing, wearing nothing but a short silk robe that barely covered my ass. My nipples were already hard against the fabric.

My heart did not slow - but it stopped clawing at my ribs. Next came the silk. A narrow strip of deep, smoky grey. I lifted it between my fingers, letting the fabric slide like liquid. This, Orion had said, was for him - a distraction he favored. Not sex, not obedience. Something else. Something she could not quite name aloud. I laid the silk out neatly beside the desk.

Maybe the facade only looks small with the help of optical illusion. I didn't speak. I looked around and there were many books scattered there. There is also a cauldron over the fire inside the fireplace. Something was brewing and the ladle was spinning and mixing the liquid. I tried not to be amazed but even so, I was still amazed by everything I was seeing. "Sicario, is he the one you say is your grandson?" Merlin asked Grandpa. Grandpa smiled. He looks proud like I am some kind of a prized possession.