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He spent hours that night worshipping and wrecking me — eating his own cum out of my ass, feeding it to me in messy kisses, then breeding me again while whispering filthy, possessive shit in my ear. “You’re never going back to hating me, Julian. This is our life now. You’re my rival, my teammate, and my fucking boy.” I came so hard I saw stars. Lying in bed afterward, tangled together in the dark, his heavy arm locked around my waist and his softening cock still nestled inside me, I traced one of the tattoos on his chest. “This is getting dangerous,” I whispered. “We’re catching feelings, Riot.” Ryder was quiet for a long moment. Then he rolled me under him, looked me dead in the eyes, and p

In this one, Sapphire and Raphael were trying to escape from Beelzebub’s boss, Lucifer himself. If only my life could be like in a romance novel, everything would be much easier. I could rely on my male lead’s resources alone to solve all my problems, and it wouldn’t take an eternity just to secure an arrest. Most importantly, all misunderstandings would be resolved within a few pages, and I would be able to live happily ever after with my male lead. A single tear rolled down my cheek.

Some of it had the taste of river-metal, old coin washed thin, light that remembered being a law. “Tell me the game,” Sienna said. “I won’t stand here and be your metaphor.” “The game,” Lunaris said, “is whether love can refine a curse or merely feed it wine.” Ryder’s laugh was short and without mirth. “She thinks I drink you.” “You do,” Lunaris said. “Every time you touch, you sip from her life’s mouth. You call it sacrifice. She calls it tenderness. The result is the same.” Sienna turned her wrist in Ryder’s grasp until their hands fit like an answer. His thumb found the pulse again and pressed, not to stop it, to know it, to prove he did not imagine the warmth that chose to touch him back

I sighed, leaning my head against the window, trying to put the puzzle pieces together. We passed a couple, going past the main city park, a man on one knee proposing to a woman. She shook her head yes before jumping on him and kissing him. I smiled. I love real love the romance. It's all I've ever wanted. I wanted it with Damon, but he has never shown me any interest. I thought watching the couple as we passed. Realization dawned on me and ice filled my vain. Damon was aggressive, not angry, aggressive, but almost feral aggressive, uncontrollable aggression. There are two women in his living room. What if Damon found his mate? What if Damon found her and had not yet marked her or been marke

I want readers feel the story, not just read words. The story is also very adult, yes, maybe some people think it is too much. But for me, the erotic part is not only sex. Is feelings, is trust, is power, is danger and love together. I want readers to feel that Ria and Luca love each other, not only in kisses, but in body, in mind, in heart. Every moment of intimacy is story too, it show connection, it show how much they survive together, how much they trust each other. I hope readers feel that too.

His voice dropped, steady. “I am not them.” Silence. Rain continued. Cassian’s fingers slowly loosened. “…Say it again,” he whispered. Adrian didn’t hesitate. “I am not them.” Something inside Cassian eased— Adrian exhaled and leaned back again, tugging him closer. “Now,” he said lightly, trying to bring them back, “do you want the tragic romance ending or the slightly less tragic romance ending?” Cassian blinked once. “Is there a happy one?”

“I love you so much, Cassian.” “I love you too babe, even though you almost ran me mad today.” That made her smile and giggle, I think I would forgive her a thousand times just to see her smile and laugh. ***** Author’s Note The story of Roberto and Zeth would be available on another platform, please go to your browser and search for: Wanting the Barbarian, my addiction I can’t mention the name of the platform here, but if you find it, please help others find it by putting it in the comment section. I will announce it on I.n.s.t.a.g.r.a.m

“He’s letting me be me. That’s more than any real arranged mate would’ve done.” “Do your parents know?” “They met him once. My dad said ‘huh.’ My mom cried when she saw him fixing the wi-fi.” I burst out laughing. “Only you would turn a fake mate bond into a tech-support romance.” “I told you. Hacker boy is useful.” She gave me a wink. “And secretly hot under all that brooding.” I narrowed my eyes. “You’re falling for him, aren’t you?” "No way," she snorted. "Told you it's just about a contract."

In the hush of the night, they found solace in the shared silence, a language of their own that spoke volumes of unspoken emotions. As they gazed at the stars above, a sense of peace settled over them, a knowing that their meeting was not just a chance encounter but a destined connection that would shape their lives in ways they had never imagined. In the quiet of the night, surrounded by the whispers of the wind and the rustle of leaves, Axel and Hazel embraced the promise of a slow burn romance that was waiting to blossom in the quiet spaces between their hearts.

he said in a whiny voice. “I’ll find you an assignment, in Antarctica or somewhere far,” I said to him with a smile. “You know you could always cut the electricity, light some candles, make it romantic,” he said as I looked at him. “What’s wrong with you?” I asked him. “Nothing, you have no imagination!” he said loudly. “I don’t need to light candles or cut the electricity,” I said. “Women want romance, they want to be swept off their feet, surprise gifts and flowers,” Jett said as he batted his eyelashes at me.