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She shouldn’t feel this. She shouldn’t want this. But forbidden things always tasted stronger before they were touched. And Daniel—he was all forbidden edges and irresistible gravity. “You’re playing with fire,” she whispered. “No,” he said, his tone was thick with desire as he was not bothered to hide it anymore. “I’m acknowledging it.” Mara turned fully toward him, and the air between them shifted instantly—charged, and breathless. The wind lifted her hair, brushing it across his jaw. His eyes flicked to her lips, a flicker so quick yet so hungry that it felt like a touch.

I replied but was interrupted by her scream. "What?" "I found the book you need," her cheek instantly reddened as well. "Let me see," I grabbed the book from her hand, gazing at the cover. "Seducing him," was written on the cover and I smiled when I imagined seducing him in my head. "Luna, we should go sit, you need to get reading," "No, pick up a book, anyone of your choice," she was shy at first but then, she picked up one of the books that was a romance novel. It wasn't lengthy and I was sure she would be able to finish it before we left.

Hey everyone, I'm The Tigress. This is actually my first book. and I really hope that you all love it. I think the Hispanics are really sexy and romantic and Spanish is a language I want to learn so bad!!!. Please keep reading and I love interactions in the comments, let me know your thoughts and feelings. This book is everything: Love, drama, betrayal and everything naughty and kinky in between ( if you are into that) Just sit tight and enter this beautiful world with me. If you love this, I hope to write more. My stories reflect who I am a lot.

"Sermons? You seem to have our roles reversed, you're the Mr upright and forgiving who always have an unnecessary long lectures on becoming an angel in life." "It's not unnecessary." He protested, "you really need to be forgiving" "Yup! Still in chapter one in the book I sent." She said nodding. "Chapter two but that's not what we're on right now." She smacked him with her purse. "You're still in chapter two? I'm not getting married to a man who can't finish a book of just 100 pages." "Actually a hundred and thirty one pages and you're so violent." He said rubbing on the spot on his arm she'd hit.

The spine’s creased like it’s been read a hundred times. I flip it over without thinking. It's probably some romance novel. I open to where the bookmark is. My eyes scan the lines. “…rough fingertips dragging over sensitive skin until he found her already soaked. She gasped when he pushed two fingers inside her without warning. ‘So fucking wet for me,’ he growled against her throat, pumping slowly, letting her feel every inch of his fingers stretching her open…” My mouth goes dry. My pulse is suddenly loud in my ears. I read the next paragraph. Then the next.

Carefully, she placed the bookmark between the pages and partially closed the book. Vlad tilted his head. "Where did you stop?" She bit her lower lip, amused. "I was about to start the first hot scene…" She lifted her eyes to him with a mischievous gleam. "And I think it’s going to be very intense, since he’s so seductive." Vlad slightly raised an eyebrow. "Intense?" "Very." She pressed the book against her chest. "He spends entire chapters pretending he’s in control… but you can tell he’s on the verge of losing it."

Little did she understand the extent of my restraint. I ended the call abruptly, drawn to her like a moth to a flame. She offered a hesitant smile and extended her hand as if in greeting. I seized it with a possessive force, my fingers trailing down her body. She gasped in surprise, her hand intertwining with mine as I traced her curves with my fingertips. Her moans fueled my desire, and she melted into my embrace, her breasts pressing against my chest as our lips met in a fervent kiss. She pushed me back onto the sofa, her hands inching toward the waistband of my jeans.

How I met him was quite a meet-cute, never have I been in a relationship this passionate. He was everything and supported me, he gave me all I ever asked for. Since I first met him at the club, where I turned from a waitress to a striper, he had always hovered around me. He made me felt special, I could see his love for me in his eyes. We never had any problems, just small irrelevant arguments. I have been dreaming about the day he would propose to me, to be sincere, I have never been this patient in my life.

Perfect. As I flipped through the chapters, the story heated up fast. The protagonist, a shy librarian much like me, was cornered in the stacks by a dominant stranger. His hands roamed her body without mercy, fingers teasing her nipples until they ached, then dipping lower to claim her wetness. I shifted on the couch, feeling that familiar tingle between my legs. God, why did these books always get me so worked up? My thighs pressed together instinctively, seeking friction.

“Like what you see?” “Ugh! Read first. Open the book without looking, then read the page aloud while I’m putting it into action.” I laugh, shaking my head. “So, uh— wife, you want a role-play based on the book, huh? Don’t you have an erotic romance with you? I wonder where did you get this idea.” Romance book has a sex scene in the first few chapters if they meet at the club or party, in the middle when the main characters connect each other, and of course before the ending.