Pov Em Primeira Pessoa

(A/N: Hello sweety, I want to inform you and assure you that this book is certainly the erotica book you are looking for. This book is all about the thrilling sex life of a youngster, which is very erotic, steamy, and has a touch of dark relationship and dark romance (BDSM). (Do enjoy reading!) Snow POV I stare at the naked figure besides me in amusement. I still can't believe that this man is the one making me moan crazily like a mad woman. His dirty words, his touch, the things he does to me, and the things he makes me do, felt really crazy but enjoyable. My life has become engulfed by him, making me madly obsessed and addicted to him. If I don't see him, I will feel uncomfortable and sad. He has become a vital part of my life, my breath, and everything! He makes me feel so good; he makes me feel like a real woman. He is the only one who can send me to hell in heaven and drag me back. The rate at which he handles my body when it tangles in his, the sexual chemistry, the burning pleasurable desire, and the way my body writhes in his addictive touch make me go lustfully crazy. I don't know if such feelings ever existed before! My mother never mentioned this to me; she even barely spared time to teach me sex education. But here I am, having a bonus, a premium of the real thing, and the unfortunate part is that he is my coach! A 30-year-old married man! While I'm just a 19-year-old trainee of his!

Após o acidente de carro, resolvi fingir amnésia para pregar uma peça em meu marido e meu filho. — Quem são vocês? O olhar do meu filho brilhou com uma faísca de travessura enquanto ele puxava a mulher que estava do lado de fora do quarto para dentro. Ele me disse: — Tia, eu e meus pais estamos aqui para visitar. Ao lado, meu marido permaneceu em silêncio, permitindo que nosso filho me chamasse assim.

No momento em que Luana Tavares perdeu o bebê, Henrique Ribeiro estava comemorando o retorno de Bianca Monteiro ao país. Três anos ao lado dele—cuidando, se dedicando, sendo parceira—no fim, pra ele, Luana era só uma empregada e cozinheira dentro de casa. Ela se cansou, perdeu a esperança, e decidiu se divorciar. No círculo deles, todo mundo sabia: Luana era famosa por ser igual chiclete, difícil de desgrudar. — Eu aposto que em um dia a Luana volta correndo. — Um dia? Meio dia já é máximo. — Disse Henrique. Assim que assinou o divórcio, Luana decidiu: nunca mais olhar pra trás. Se jogou na nova vida, correu atrás da carreira deixada de lado, se ocupou em conhecer gente nova. Dia após dia, Henrique já não via nem sombra dela em casa. Quando o desespero bateu, numa conferência, Henrique finalmente a viu—ela estava cercada de gente, diferente de antes. Ele foi direto: — Luana, até quando você vai continuar com essa palhaçada?! Dante Siqueira entrou na frente, empurrou Henrique com frieza: — Não encosta na sua cunhada. Henrique nunca amou Luana. E, quando finalmente aprendeu a amar, ela já não tinha mais espaço pra ele.

— Doutor, já terminou o exame? Eu não aguento mais — digo enquanto estou deitada na maca da clínica da faculdade. Uma tela bloqueia completamente minha visão. O instrumento de exame entra alguns centímetros mais fundo em mim. Eu tento ao máximo me controlar, mas um gemido me escapa. — Não! O médico permaneceu em silêncio e apenas ajustou a máquina para que minhas pernas ficassem ainda mais erguidas.

★★★ This captivating work comprises of twenty–one steaming, exceptional erotic stories. They are all billionaire stories, extremely fantasizing from first time encounters, and sensual. The first story if a POV of a young, sexy, naive and well–curved girl; who fell in love with a billionare unexpectedly in a pub. Their first encounter turns out lustful. She wasn't expecting it to be so quick since she thought the man she saw back there was calm, straightforward and arrogant. However she was wrong, he was handsome, romantic and charming from another view. The second short story is about a young lady–Avah Hall and her Boss–John. They are working at the same company, and secretly admired one another. Their scene is created at a company's party. Avah is always scared of John and doesn't all she could to avoid getting into his ways. Unfortunately, John notices how she secretly looked for his position at the party. Despite being crowd by other girl, who are his admirers, he makes his way to meet her. After chatting for a while about the party, John takes her to his apartment, putting up an excuse that the party was boring. The make some thrilling memories there. Third story is such a passionate encounter of threesome Billionaires into a skinny, romantic girl–Arlene. She's in love with yoga and her husband helped her captive that desire. Unfortunately, Arlene and her husband have an unexpected divorce. After a few months, he invites her for a dinner, sending her some new clothes to fit in. In the restaurant, Arlene finds her ex–husband with two of his friends. Another story is about an Arabian Slut Slave–Lily. She's one of the best romantic dancer across the world and is under control of Sultan Armed–a billionaire in the city. She's his sex slave.

Lilith POV A pair of cold, bloodshot eyes stare back at me; if eyes could , I'm sure I would be dead by now. No wonder this place looks so familiar; it is because it's the mansion belonging to my owner, the man I was sold to, "Don Air." My orb fell on Flora, who was kneeling on the floor. Her hair was messy, and I could see bruises from her shoulder down to her arms, making me wonder what happened to her. "I gave you a to do, and you messed it up, huh?" The cold voice of Don Air was forwarded to Flora. He stomped his feet on her body continuously, and her screams and cries filled the atmosphere, bringing nothing but horror. "Master, please! Oh, please!" She cried in pain as she continued to get hit; her body was somersaulting on the floor. I look around the large sitting room, wondering why nobody is helping by stopping this cruel master or even pleading on her behalf, but I see few with pitiful expressions. My gaze met the man known as Thierry, the man's son. For awhile, I forgot he even existed. I got a sharp glare from him, and I looked away. "Please?  "If you are sorry, then you will not think of ruining my business, you good for nothing harlot," he yelled at Flora before leaving the girl. "You!"  His voice thurd in my ear, and I cringe in fear as goosebump from fear clouded my body. He was walking towards me with such a dominating and dangerous demeanor. "Argh!"  I was pulled by my hair and flung to the wall barely. I felt a liquid running down my head down to my nose—it's blood!

THIS IS A NOVEL WHERE YOU WILL FIND WEREWOLF AND CONTEMPORARY EROTIC SHORT STORIES (MOST WEREWOLF) FROM ALPHA TO OMEGA, SEXY STEPDADDY TO HORNY STEPBROTHERS, YOU'LL FIND THEM HERE. Hots for my Luna Derrick’s POV: “You’re mine now, Derrick.” She bit her lip, removing her hands from my cock only to position her pussy right where I wanted it. I looked down at my cock. It was hard as a rod. The luna hummed appreciatively, gripping the base with a hungry look in her eyes. She licked her lips and lowered herself to me. “Wait—” The luna let out a growl and did not let me speak, as she sinks onto my cock. “Fuuuuuuuccckkkk,” My words are lodged back into my throat before I threw my head back, my hips jerking. She’s out of control. The luna moaned, running her fingers up my abs, feeling every pec as she started to bounce on my hard dick. “Derrick!” She moaned and I looked at her from where she was bouncing up and down on my cock. All reason immediately flies out of the window as the insane pleasure starts to build, and I gripped her hips. “Shit… Luna!” My voice came out husky, caught between a groan and a plea. I wanted to slow her down. I needed to. But I couldn't find the strength to stop her. I could see in her eyes that she wanted this just as much as I do. She’s my luna, and I’m her beta. I’m supposed to protect her, not fuck her brains out as she rides my dick in total abandon!

After Samantha lost her twin sister, she blamed their parents. She became a rebel, always going against what they wanted and said until they got tired of her rebellious ways and Sent her to Greystone's Institute for the rich revolutionary and delinquent kids. She met kids like her who were misunderstood and neglected, with a promise not to have anything to do with the other kids. She was always alone doing things to make the other kids detest her until she conversed with another kid. “Why are you telling me this?” I asked, he stood up, and I watched as he towered over my sleeping form; he stretched out his hand to help me up; I took it to you, and he pulled me up “So that you know, you are not alone; whatever the reason came here doesn’t matter; having friends is important. If bunches of misunderstood kids couldn’t even help one another out, who else would help them?” he said and left. And then she discovered that her online crush, who had always professed his 'love' for her despite never meeting, is someone closer than she thought, someone she finds annoying and obnoxious in real life. Lonewolf: a lot of things here and there, but I’ll be online more often now. I heard you missed me EM: You know I would miss you before disappearing. Were you trying to do out of sight, out of mind? Lonewolf: XD did it work, though? EM: nope, haven’t you heard? Lonewolf: that? EM: distance makes the heart fonder Lonewolf: you mean distance makes the heart grow fonder? EM: Yeah that

ADRIAN'S POV My head was pounding, a dull throb that echoed the frantic beat of my heart. I was hot, too hot, my skin slick with an unfamiliar sweat. I knew it instantly: drugged. One moment I was escorting Aria, basking in the glittering lights and dancing with her in the ballroom at her birthday party. Next, a wine from a waiter, a trip to the bathroom, and then… darkness. I blinked, trying to focus on the blur above me. Damien. My stalker. The man who’d been haunting the edges of my life for weeks, whispering cryptic claims of a shared past I couldn’t recall. He was on top of me, pinning me to the plush velvet of some unfamiliar bed. His eyes, usually so intense and unsettling, were filled with a disturbing mix of guilt and desperation. "I’m sorry, Adrian, I'm so sorry I had to do this, but I can't stand seeing you with her. Watching you rewrite our history... please, remember me. Remember us." He leaned down, his breath hot against my ear. "I promise, I'll cherish you this time." Then, his lips crashed onto mine, a fierce, possessive kiss that stole my breath away. His hands moved over me, desperate and knowing, igniting a fire that both terrified and strangely thrilled me. Maybe it was the drug blurring the lines of reason. Or maybe… just maybe, deep down, my body recognized something my mind couldn’t. It responded to his touch with a shameful eagerness, a desperate need that mirrored his own. All I could do was surrender to the moment, to the heat, to the undeniable connection I felt with this man, Damien, as I returned his kiss with a fervor that shocked us both.

This book follows the characters from Twin Moon Curse starting at a time before Heather's arrival. It follows more members of the Twin Moon Pack and concludes their stories along with Heather, Reed, and Lucas's. I hope you enjoy it. Meg and Quinn have grown up together, but lately, they have started to think that there could be more to their relationship than just friendship. But just as they are starting to explore these new feelings, something happens at Quinn's party weekend. Quinn can't remember what he did and Meg won't talk about it. Unable to face Quinn until she can come to terms with what happened, Meg decided to further her education abroad. When word reaches the pack that Meg has gone missing Quinn is mentally lost. Who has her and will The Twin Moon pack be able to get Meg back, before they lose Quinn as well? Meg POV When Quinn started talking about wanting to make me feel good I wanted to do the same for him. I couldn't resist when I was presented with his bare chest. Running my tongue and lips over all the toned muscle. I'd never done this before but my body knew what to do. I'd also done some reading. That was how I was able to take all of him. Some of the girls at school had made it sound as if doing this was the worst thing in the world. They must be doing something wrong either that or they're with the wrong guys. When he tried to stop me from swallowing I thought it was sweet. That mixed with his fingers in my hair was more of a turn-on than I ever thought possible. He licked his lips and growled. "My turn.”