Livre Romance Adulte นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Although, with a more mature appearance and a different purpose, it feels like Rhea can't dislike the young man, since long ago. "Adam?" Adam was horrified, actually quite awkward with the meeting he thought would not be possible again. But he immediately stood up and walked towards the middle-aged woman who stood gracefully, still as elegant as he remembered. "Tante, how are you?" At least he regarded the woman in front of him as his aunt's best friend, no longer his lover's parents. "Fine, well, how are you doing?" asked Rhea, patting Adam's arm. "I'm good, Tante."

There's still long hours till morning. Checking the book in his hand, he discovered it to be a novel. 'The Red and the Black' by Stendhal. After checking the description of the book, he believed it wouldn't be bad to give it a try although he is not fond of reading novels. Leo prefer reading normal books, it doesn't matter which type it is as long as there are not romance books. Most of the romance books he read in the past are rather cliche, untrue and misleading because such love in books doesn't exist in this modern day society.

“Thanks for the unsolicited TED Talk on Damien Drake, but I’ll pass.” Camille’s grin didn’t falter. “I’m just saying…" men like Damien don’t keep secrets out of love, darling. " They keep them because it gives them leverage. Remember that before you start thinking those shadows in his eyes are for your benefit.” And with that, Camille glided away, her words lingering like poison smoke. --- Damien was already home by the time Serena returned that evening. He was in the living room, jacket off, sleeves rolled, reviewing a stack of documents as though the world hadn’t frayed at its edges for her.

Disclaimer This work of fiction contains explicit sexual themes, mature language, and adult situations intended for readers aged 18 and above. All characters depicted are consenting adults, and the events portrayed are entirely fictional. This story includes sensitive subject matter involving religious settings and authority figures, which may be considered provocative or offensive by some readers. It is not intended to reflect or represent real individuals, institutions, or beliefs, but rather to explore fictional scenarios for entertainment purposes only. Reader discretion is strongly advised. •••

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The next day at work felt like absolute torture. I was the manager of Velvet Desires, an upscale adult store located in a quiet corner of the city. We sold high-end toys, luxurious lingerie, premium lubes, and everything a woman could possibly want to explore her deepest fantasies. Normally I loved my job. I helped shy customers find their first vibrator, recommended the perfect bullet for discreet public play, and smiled through awkward conversations with complete confidence. Today, however, I could barely concentrate on anything.

She opened for him, taking him into the heat of her mouth as Lee pistoned into her from behind. She was pinned between them, utterly full, a conduit for their pleasure. Hal thrust deep, his tip hitting the back of her throat, and she relaxed into it, letting him use her, her own arousal coiling into a tight, screaming knot within her. “My turn,” Nick’s voice cut through the haze. The rhythm stopped. Lee slipped out of her, and Hal withdrew from her mouth. Nick lay down on a Persian rug in the middle of the room, his cock glistening and hard against his stomach. “Ride me, Adrienne.”

I say, completely bemused . “Yeah, but it’s not like that. This one’s for couples, not seedy old men.” If he wasn’t so devilishly handsome and sexy, I would run and not look back. Staring into the shop window I frown, and then, for some weird reason, I lead the way inside. My jaw snaps open. Now, I’m not really a sex addict, and I do have quite the healthy interest in sex and erotica, but I’m pretty sure that some of the items displayed on the shelf would make even Christian Grey from fifty shades trilogy blush.

"Mmn~ Oh fuck~ I love your cock, Daddy... S-so good... Aah, so effing good. It's pumping loads of pleasure up my honeycore, Daddy," "You like how sweet the pleasure is?" He asked me with a lustful gaze. "Yes," I frantically nodded. "Then...be a good girl and ride like your life depends on it," Those words fucking did the magic. I gripped his shoulders tighter, my nails sinking into his flesh as I intensified my efforts, my body glistening with sweat, strands of my hair clinging to my face as the sound of squelching increased and the sound of skin slapping skin crescendoed.

The young woman sitting by me stopped her game and watched me rant in astonishment. When I ran out of angry words, she clapped her hands in succession, and it echoed in the silence. "Well said, Princess, but I think someone lied to you, just like they lied to some of them over there," she said, pointing to a point in the room's corner. "Over there in the blue dress is Princess Kit of the Blue Brook Pack. She was given away as an alliance gift to the Lycan King and found herself as a slave here the very next day. Following her is Princess Yvette from the distant pack region of the werecats. She was told that she was to be matched with the Lycan Prince. She has not gotten over the deceit that