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“But it doesn’t matter what I want.” Benedicta stepped closer. “It matters to me.” She kissed Joanna again, slower this time but Joanna tried to pull back. Benedicta followed, pressing her against the desk, hands already sliding under her blouse. The risk made every touch sharper. Joanna gave in with a low sound and kissed her back hard. Joanna turned Benedicta around and bent her over the desk again. She shoved the skirt up, found her already wet, and pushed three fingers deep in one thrust. Benedicta moaned, forehead pressed to the wood.

Her brother, thankfully, was out with friends—some last-minute poker night. Good. She padded into the living room, heading straight for the bookshelf Adrian always hovered around. His collection was huge, but it was the bottom shelf she wanted—dark red spines, old bindings. Erotica, classic and poetic. She’d seen the way his eyes lingered on those books when he thought no one was watching. Her fingers brushed one of the worn covers: Venus in Furs. She smirked. Just as she was settling onto the couch with it—tucked into the far corner, legs curled beneath her—she heard a door open.

He pushed into me without warning, stretching and completing me. We always made love on the floor, knowing that our passion could easily break a bed. During our passionate encounter, every touch, every kiss, and every thrust brought us closer together, igniting a fire within us that consumed all other thoughts and worries. As our bodies moved in perfect harmony, the intensity of our connection grew, and I could feel the love and desire flowing between us. The room was filled with the sounds of our breathless moans and the rhythm of our bodies colliding. Time seemed to stand still as we lost ourselves in the depths of our passion, indulging in the pleasure that only we could share.

"Whatever happened to love each other first then... then doing the deed after. Is everyone after physical contact only these days? What about getting to know each other first? Chivalry? Romantic date?" I sighed and stopped spinning, facing my laptop and visiting a bookstore's site to see what books sell. Ah, of course, my book wouldn't be in the top 10, and I didn't hope so; what's staring back at me is the top 10 best-selling books for the week, where five of ten are Erotic Romance books. "And I thought my company wouldn't be like other companies who are after profit; I was wrong. Then again, business is business."

Or that they at least, got the wrong impression of her. “They think I don’t like romance?” She asked like there was someone else in the room with her. “Well, I bet they’ve never even messed around with any guy before. They’ve probably never even gotten kissed by a hot guy before and I’m the unromantic one?” “Otherwise they wouldn’t shut up about it. I would have heard stories about it”. “I’ll show them both that I’m not what they think of me”. “I’ll find a hot guy, make out with him and have sex with him”.

I’m damn proud of it, and I’m glad I didn’t give up after the first fail. I’ve discovered that I get into those fantasy stories where one person knows who his or her soul mate is upon meeting them, or even before that, as what happened in the A Court of Thorns and Roses series by Sarah J. Maas, A Kinda Fairy Tale series by Cassandra Gannon, and many of the shifter books by Eve Langlais that I have loved so much. So that’s where I came up with the Love Mark idea.

She added, and I introduced myself as Aahil. “Are you cheating on anyone by kissing me like this?” she asked frowning holding my collar. “No! And I don’t think you are.” I replied and she nodded, to which I kissed her again making out with her for the third time of the day. “Are you conscious?” she asked when I moved a little not to pressure her with my weight. “I am kind of!” I replied, pushing her shirt up while she stumbled in pulling up my T-shirt. “I am kind of too.” she whispered back before tugging me back to her, and we let go of all the inhibitions before drowning in the passion which started from the moment, I held her to me in the living room.

I whispered near his ear. “Yes!” he whispered, still not liking that Tina returned and drifted off into sleep in our chamber. “This is the first wedding ceremony we are doing. I am terrified by the thought of being undeservable for doing this.” I whispered to Alastair smiling at the people of Nadir. “You are a Queen and the ruler. And you are a loving person which makes you more than deservable.” He whispered back, making me smile staring at his face. We have concealed together in every way before past two months, but each day he makes me smile and says something which would make my heart flutter each time.

“The title was Taming Sunrise. The story is about twins whose bond was tested when a man named Caleb entered the picture. Dawn, the heroine was a man-hater while Caleb was a girl magnet. These two who has an opposite personality has to cease fire to help the other twin – Dusk with her role. This book is filled with humor, romance and… spicy scenes so I do not recommend it to our young readers.” “I think I have a new book to hunt.” She chuckled. “Now, you mentioned the High School Love Affair earlier which was released last month, it was astonishing to see the progress of your book. It was immediately labeled as sold out in bookstores and was announced as bestseller worldwide. What do you fee

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