Livre D Amour Novels & Stories

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“Have you ever opened your door to find a this absolutely gorgeous, hunky, specimen of a man standing on the other side? I’ve dreamt just that, repeatedly, to the point that I’m frustrated with myself for not having a depth of imagination to move beyond this dream guy -pun intended- and into something more substantial. I mean, all he does is stand there with a sexy smirk on his face. Night after night, I see myself in this cozy little log cabin. There’s an enormous fieldstone fireplace dominating the room. The warmth from its roaring fire permeates every crack and crevice of the small, but spacious room. Either there’s no electricity, or it’s gone out for some reason because I’m sittin

Like it had a pulse. It felt amazing and she couldn’t wait to finally explore all of her inner desires and cravings. If only she could find the perfect guy to satisfy her aching desires. “Gen never really struck me as the sexual type,” Love said to Belle and Happy over the phone on a video conference call. “What does that mean?” Belle asked her. “Well, she always did act nonchalant to anything romance or love related. “Getting to see a viral sex tape of her, wasn’t exactly not surprising.” Love replied.

Hazel held his heavy gaze, completely paralyzed by the raw, unapologetic boundaries he was setting. The rules were incredibly harsh. But as she stood there in the dark, a strange, profound sense of relief washed over her. Love? She was terrified of love. Love had completely destroyed her. She had loved Liam with every single fiber of her being for five years, and all it had given her was a broken life and a hollow, aching chest. She never wanted to feel that kind of vulnerability ever again. She didn't want romance. She wanted exactly what he was offering—a dark, transactional escape.

The words inside the book, originally rigid, sounded emotional when she read them, creating a deeply romantic atmosphere. Leon stood to the side, looking at the rigid book in his hand, his lips pursed without making a sound. The church fell into silence for nearly a minute. All the guests were looking at them. York Lena, feeling impatient, nudged Leon with her elbow, and only then did Leon speak, “The one I love is a young woman, like a lily of the valley amidst thorns.” What should come will come; there was no escaping it. He lowered his gaze, his grayish-brown eyes as dull as those of a dead person, devoid of any light.

Liam whispered back, green eyes dark with lust. Adrian didn’t waste time. He turned Liam around, pressing his chest against the dusty bookshelves. He yanked Liam’s jeans and boxers down just enough, then dropped to his knees right there in the quiet library. His tongue found Liam’s hole, licking broad and wet before pushing inside with hungry strokes. The risk of someone walking by made everything sharper, more intense. Liam bit his arm to stay quiet, legs shaking as Adrian’s tongue worked him open, hot and slippery.

I finally cummed with his name on my lips, and he followed moments after, spilling into me with a curse and a groan that echoed across the water. When it was over, he wrapped me in the robe and held me against his chest, breath still heavy. “Tell me,” he said softly, lips brushing my temple. “What game are you really playing, Lovia Diaz?” I smiled. “Wouldn’t you love to know.” He smiled too licking my lower lips. He then uttered against my lips. “You're kinda addictive…Do you have a boyfriend? I chuckled and rolled my eyes before responding. “Do I look like I have one?“ I asked.

She came hard, trembling against the bookshelves, her moans swallowed by my lips while I kept fingering her through every wave, drawing it out until she was a shaky, dripping mess. I pulled my fingers out slowly, brought them to my lips, and licked them clean while she watched with wide, dazed eyes. “See?” I whispere d, smiling. “I told you I’d handle it.”

Moira heard a bunch of hissing from all over the pack hall, her face flushed in shame and embarrassment but then Logan just had to go ahead and hammer the final nail in her coffin as he popped the spoon which was filled with mashed potatoes and then said, “ I might be a protector of the witches but I am afraid that your mate is a protector of everyone but you,” his lips curled in a smile when Moira’s eyes filled with tears. “ I have a book which consists of one hundred and ten ways to win the heart of a man including a chapter which shows how to brew a love potion, do you want it? Apparently, with your skills only a love potion can help now——” There was a bang which echoed loudly in the room