Novel & Cerita Novella Collection

RAZIEL Tonight, we are fanning the flames of everything we lost. One healing thrust at a time. With my cock still buried deep inside her, I reach up and unbuckle the collar from her throat. The leather falls away, setting her completely free. No more collars. No more chains. At least for tonight. This moment is all about us. Just us.

Forever his. THE END

Cum leaked out around my cock. We heard a car door outside. Rachel was back. Princess climbed off fast. Cum ran down her legs. She grabbed her clothes and ran to the bathroom. I pulled my pants up quick. My heart pounded. Princess came out dressed just as Rachel walked in. Rachel smiled at us. "Did you two have fun while I was gone?" Princess looked at me with that hungry stare. "We always have fun uncle Matt," she said. My cock twitched again already thinking about next time. The tension between us kept building every single day.

My face burns with deep, intense blushes, my hands dropping to cover myself the moment he releases my wrists. Colton walks over to a heavy wooden chest near his bed, rumbles through it, and pulls out a thick, oversized red flannel shirt. He walks back over and shoves it into my chest. "Put it on," he orders. I slide my arms into the sleeves quickly, my fingers shaking so badly I can barely line up the buttons. The shirt is massive on my small frame, the hem falling all the way down to the middle of my thighs, completely swallowing me in his scent of woodsmoke, leather, and pure masculinity. The fabric is rough against my sensitive, swollen nipples, making them throb with a strange, heavy ach

"March 27th, 1615, Dear Father, I hope your travels are bountiful. Our new Hungarian citizens are planning out a plot of land to build a lighthouse and small town so they will no longer be in use of our castle. The woman with them is rather skittish. Has an aversion to men. She will be staying with us longer. I've already promised her a room so don't go tell her to leave. I am afraid she was a battered woman, and I will be on my best behavior to make her feel welcome. I quite like Ann—" And then it ends. Hmm. I flicked through some of the delicate pages, careful not to hurt the parchment. I wondered if the author was a distant relative of Vivianna. The dates match up with the early founders

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Hell yes, we are. This book is your permission slip to stop overthinking. Forget logic. Forget consequences. Forget whether the logistics of that position actually make sense on a moving motorcycle. (Spoiler: they don’t. But we’re doing it anyway.) Let go. These novellas are built for pleasure. Yours. Whether you’re here for the slow burn or the instant heat, the enemies-to-lovers bickering or the sweet surrender, there’s something inside these pages to curl your toes and leave your pulse a little faster than it was before.

“Call me when you’re done being crazy, Lyra. Or don’t. I’m tired of this.” The door slammed behind him. The sound reverberated through the quiet apartment, leaving only the rain and my ragged breathing. I stood there for a long moment, cheeks burning with shame and something else I couldn’t name. Slowly, I walked to the worktable. My fingers trembled as I broke the crimson seal. The paper fell away, revealing an old leather-bound volume, its cover embossed with faded gold lettering in a language that looked like a mix of Latin and something far older.

I could feel a glove covering them, and I immediately understood that I was dealing with a professional. “Do you have any last words, doll?” His voice was soft, but the meaning behind his speech was deadly. "Any last wishes?" Did I? I never thought that one day someone would ask me about my last words, otherwise I would’ve prepared. I would’ve said something powerful like “I’ll see you in hell,” or “I’m going to haunt you in the afterlife.” But all my brain could think of was the depressive thought that I would never experience life properly. I’d never live through a romance book kind of love. I’d never find my man, my soulmate. I’d never even have sex.

I came screaming, my pussy milking his cock as he buried himself inside me and roared, as he filled me with thick, hot ropes of cum, until it overflowed, leaking down my thighs mixed with the shower water. Ria dropped down again, licking eagerly at the cum dripping from my freshly fucked pussy while Mr. Collins watched, breathing hard. When we finally caught our breath, with our bodies trembling and satisfied under the warm spray, Ria looked up at both of us with a satisfied grin, with cum and my juices o n her lips. “Welcome to the family fun, Maya.”