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The deeper the forbidden lore, the harder the pleasure. The tentacles responded to her growing pleasure by becoming more creative. One thick appendage swelled inside her womb, pulsing and expanding like the fruit of knowledge. Another formed a ridged cock that fucked her ass while smaller tendrils vibrated against her g-spot from both sides. Delicate flowering suckers bloomed across her breasts, her throat, the insides of her thighs, drinking every drop of sweat and slick she offered. Rowan came endlessly. Her orgasms fed the library in waves. Every climax made new books bloom on the shelves. Golden light spread across the entire Athenaeum as the ancient collection claimed its eternal archiv

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he whispered. The praise made her melt. She craved it. She needed it. She studied harder. Faster. Her brain caught fire with every problem, every passage, every answer. And when she aced an entire section without slipping once, Julian pushed her books aside and lifted her onto the desk. “You’ve earned indulgence,” he murmured, his voice low and dark. His mouth claimed hers, hot and demanding, his hands roaming her body, gripping, exploring, owning. She gasped against him as he trailed kisses down her chest, his tongue circling her nipple before he sucked it into his mouth, making her arch.

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The afternoon sun slanted across her skin, glinting off the wetness already gleaming on her inner folds. “Come here,” she said, hooking a finger. “Lick. My. Pussy.” The command broke his stupor. A strange, aggressive energy surged in him. Fine. You want this? He’d show her. He stalked over, his own arousal now a full, aching press against his zipper. He dropped to his knees on the carpet before the sofa, his face level with her cunt. The scent of her—musky, sweet, female—hit him like a physical blow.

And for almost as many years I had carried the same secret fantasy: being bent over one of these tables, skirt pushed up, mouth used until I couldn’t speak, while the rare books watched in silence. I never told anyone. I barely admitted it to myself in daylight. But after midnight, when the building belonged only to me, the fantasy sat closer to the surface. I shifted in my chair, thighs pressing together under the modest black skirt I always wore for work. The movement made the silk of my underwear brush against skin that was already too warm. I ignored it and turned another page. The soft click of the outer door lock made my head lift. Footsteps. Measured. Familiar.

Then came the sharp *slap* of what sounded like a hand against skin, followed by a woman’s whimper. I bit my lip hard and slipped my hand under my nightdress. My fingers found my already soaked folds and started rubbing in slow, desperate circles. More slaps. More whimpers. Then the unmistakable wet sound of him thrusting into her — deep, hard, relentless. “My lord… I’m going to cum—” the woman whimpered. “You will do no such thing,” Lord Blackwood snarled. “You begged me to fuck this filthy cunt. Now you’ll take everything I give you and nothing more.”

Many people always gathered there. Katia stopped at a stall where they were selling books of an erotic theme and skimmed through some titles. There were some books she already had, but others she didn't. Some of these books, she never thought she'd see in print. She picked up a book titled "Diary of a Submissive" by Sophie Morgan. She read the synopsis, raised an eyebrow, but ended up buying it. She didn't know why she bought it, but she had already paid for it.

“What is she talking about?” He didn’t answer. His jaw clenched. His silence was worse than any confession. Celeste’s laughter split the air again, high and cruel. “Ah, there it is. The silence that damns.” She spread her arms wide, as though presenting us on some twisted stage. “The lover who bleeds for you, Aria, but bleeds secrets too. Tell me, how long will your lust last when you realize it’s built on lies?” Julian finally snapped, his voice breaking like thunder. “Enough!”

Genre: Steamy Dragon Beast Fantasy Romance Characters: Lustre Fleff: 26, an archivist with dragon blood hidden in her lineage, fiercely independent, olive skin with opal-hued eyes. Jammy Dracotar: 31, billionaire dragon-shifter, enigmatic, ruthless in business, darker in bed. Rumored to be part beast, part man entirely untouchable. . . . Lustre Fleff wasn’t supposed to be at the auction. It was private, invitation-only hosted in the belly of a mountain estate that only the rich or unreasonably powerful ever walked through. But she wasn’t just any librarian. She’d inherited more than books from her grandmother’s bloodline. Something old, coiled, and fire-breathing.