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The novel lay open under her hands-wet, crumpled, dog‑eared. He looked at it, then at her. He pulled the book free with one hand, and his own wet fingers brushed between her thighs again, smart with urgency. "One more time?" he rasped. Claire stared at him-ache behind her eyes, voice hoarse. "Yes," she finally breathed. "One more time." He kissed her, deep and rough. Closed the book with his other hand-cover snapping shut with authority. She rode him one more time, skin slick, body trembling, pulses crashing as she came again-slow, powerful, echoing under the hush of books. Rowan groaned and came with her, feeding her tight until he fell forward, forearm over her back, his breath ragged.

Her eyes are vulnerable. “Possibly,” I admit, stepping closer. “We are both adults, Sophia and I think we already crossed that line.” Sophia smiles, then giggles. I walk over and rest my forehead against hers. She’s so much smaller than me. My hand slides into her hair, tilting her face up. “Shawn,” she breathes. I shush her and kiss her deeply. She moans, hands fisting my shirt. Our tongues tangle. I grab her ass and lift her. She wraps her legs around me.

⚠️ MATURE CONTENT WARNING This is a high-spice dark romance intended strictly for readers aged 18 and older. This book contains explicit sexual content, heavy dirty talk, an intense age-gap dynamic, and dark BDSM themes involving absolute dominance and forced submission. If you are sensitive to themes of extreme control, dark fetishes, or ruthless possessiveness, please do not proceed. Read at your own discretion. Welcome to The Obsidian Room. Enter if you dare. ----------------------------------- Author's Note: Hi, everyone! I am a Brazilian author, so this story is being translated for you. If you find any minor translation mistakes, I apologize in advance! I hope you fall in love with Ale

⚠️🔞 TRIGGER WARNINGS (DARK ROMANCE): ⚠️🔞 This is a DARK ROMANCE book with heavy, raw, and non-traditional themes. It contains highly sensitive content that some readers may find uncomfortable, triggering, or disturbing. This includes, but is not limited to: Domestic abuse and physical violence Forced marriage and extreme possessiveness Non-consensual/forced sexual situations and breeding themes Explicit sexual content (18+) Very strong language and toxic dynamics

"They learn their place. They get corrected. Sometimes that correction stings a little. Sometimes they end up begging for more." I could not breathe properly. My nipples were tight against my shirt. I wanted to drop to my knees right there. Instead I just stared at him, thighs trembling. He stepped closer and placed one hand on my shoulder. The touch was light but firm. Heat rushed through my whole body. "You're curious, aren't you? About things that go beyond ordinary little romances in books." How did he know? I nodded before I could stop myself. "Good girl," he whispered. Those two words made me almost moan out loud. I bit my lip hard. My panties were soaked now. I could feel my juices st

she chirped, clicking play. As the story unfolded, with its sweeping landscapes and tense romantic dialogue, she felt herself being drawn in. Then came the first intimate scene. It was artfully shot, but raw and passionate. A slow, warm flush began to spread through her body, a familiar ache of arousal coiling deep in her belly.

He forced himself to ask as he trailed wet kisses down the nape of her neck. She rolled her eyes. "Why do you keep spoiling the mood, Ryder?" This time she rolled over, pinning him to the bed and she let her hand guide his prick into her tight hole. Ryder had his eyes shut for a while, this was explicitly satisfying. He had never made love to a woman so he would in the past never be able to describe that scintillating feeling elicited from a romance. When she started to buck against him, he thought he would lose his senses. He was floating on cloud nine and needed as much time not to get lost in the abyss.

he whispered, his voice a seductive blend of authority and lust. I bit my lips. "I don't throw around suggestions lightly, Daddy." . As the water cascaded over us, the room filled with the heady scent of steam and desire. Dax's fingers traced patterns on my skin, leaving a trail of warmth in their wake. The sensation sent delicious shivers down my spine, and I couldn't help but arch into his touch. We kissed, our breaths mingling with the rhythmic noise of the shower. Lost in the dance of passion, I moaned wantonly, my hands exploring his inked body as his hands moved with purpose, exploring every curve and slit, making me all wet.

Welcome back, sinners. Claiming his bride is a erotic paranormal sinful Collection brought to you by Josie Frank, author of the erotic anthology Wet Dreams a collection created for readers who crave passion without limits, obsession without restraint, and love that burns far beyond morality. This new novel dives even deeper into the shadows. It is a work of dark paranormal romance and erotic fiction intended strictly for mature adult readers. Within these pages, you will encounter: • Dark romance • Explicit sexual content • Possessive and obsessive love interests

I take a sip of my cocktail and savor the light pink liquid between my lips, enjoying the bitterness of vodka mixed in with the sugar sweetness of strawberry flavored cream. Feeling depressed and hating everything about love, I take another sip of my drink. This one’s larger, but I still savor it. Roll it around my tongue before swallowing. “Great idea, Nora,” I whisper to myself, staring down into the milky, soft ice, “go to the bar of one of the most sought-after romance destinations in the state to get away from romance!” I mock myself, resting my chin in my hand. “My mother was right. Getawting older doesn’t make you smarter. Using your brain does.”