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She paused, taken aback by Arielle’s sudden enthusiasm. “Even if it means Mom crying all night,” Estelle chimed in from across the room, rolling her eyes dramatically. Crystal shot her a mock glare and defended herself. “You don’t understand the beauty of a good book. So what if it’s sad? If the author can move you to ugly tears, it means they have written something truly special.” She turned back to Arielle, her expression softening. “That’s what makes this book so good.” “I couldn’t agree more,” Arielle said, nodding fervently. Her eyes sparkled with admiration. “Maa, have you tried Chains of Desires by the same author? If you loved this one, there are so many others you’d enjoy!”

Sending love and well wishes to you all xx A trail of water dripped behind Bellamy as he emerged from the shower, a towel hung loosely around his waist as he ruffled another towel through his now damp curls. “Whatcha reading gorgeous?” he nodded to Thea. Placing an intricately carved silver bookmark in between the pages, she placed her book down on the bedside table. Letting out a contented sigh, she stretched her arms and legs out on the bed. “It’s called ‘Her Fae Lovers’ by one of my favourite authors, Jane Knight.” A sleepy smile danced across her face as she dragged her eyes over Bellamy’s wet, exposed torso. Little pearls of water clung to his taught, tanned skin making him glisten unde

Lixien was a bit used to seeing him looking like that, so she wasn’t shocked and continued on what she was reading. The scene was somehow erotic in the book. When Vailan sat beside her, she looked at the title of the book and almost choked. “’A Night to Remember With You?’” I was a bit confused and Vailan took a sneak peek at the book’s chapter one and he awkwardly cleared his throat. “L-Lixien, do you really love this kind of book?” Lixien shook her head and answered him as if it was only a matter of fact.

"I need the sexiest romance book you've got—full-on penetration and the dirtiest sex ever." The man licks his lips, swallowing before seeming to open a secret drawer underneath his desk. "I know what you need; this book is named, 'My naughty CEO boss and his enormous cock,' and it's everything you're searching for, my friend." I smile. "How much?" Two minutes later, I hurry to leave the bookstore. I ended up buying the goddamn book and some other dirty novels to keep me up all night while masturbating. These books will surely keep me from trying to straddle Hayden.

Then against her parted lips. “Or else,” I reminded her, my voice a dark promise. Her mouth opened, just a tiny, reluctant parting. It wasn’t enough. I pushed forward, forcing my way past her lips, stretching them wide, sinking into the wet, reluctant heat of her mouth. She gagged, her body tensing, her eyes flying open to meet mine. They were watering, shocked. “Perfect,” I groaned, the sensation exquisite. “Oh, love, you’re so pretty like this.” I brushed her hair back, admiring the gorgeous, debauched picture she made. “That’s the face I wanna see. Now, crawl.”

Somewhere in the villa, in the security room, Zade was watching that. The thought made me feel powerful. Desired. I opened the book and started reading. The novel was well-written, the kind that didn't shy away from explicit content but wove it into an actual story. A romance between a woman and her bodyguard—how apropos—with plenty of tension and heat. I read through the setup, the growing attraction, the charged moments. Then I hit the first sex scene. And despite having spent last night being thoroughly ravished, despite my body still carrying the evidence of Zade's passion—I felt my arousal building as I read.

Gloria was a woman who didn't matter. Sawyer seemed more interested in the book, and he paused on a certain page. "Do you understand this part?" Which part? Maisie leaned in without thinking, her soft hair brushing against his arm—a subtle touch that sent a thrill through him. He glanced down at her, his expression unreadable, before turning his gaze back to the book. Under the dim light, Maisie saw the page. A sex scene—vivid, detailed, leaving little to the imagination. Sawyer's voice was soft. "You like reading stuff like this? Or are you just curious?"

My palm pressed against my chest, trying to still the rapid thumping of my heart, trying to anchor myself in reality. It was a book I’d seen raved about online. Reviews called it brilliant, seductive, thrilling. So when I asked Dante to have someone pick it up for me, I hadn’t expected… this. I had no idea I was requesting something so vividly erotic, so brazenly explicit.

I grabbed my purse and headed out the door, turning back for my book on the kitchen counter; reading books will forever be my first love. At The Tasty Place Diner I found what might be my new inspiration. He was tall, almost roughed, not too soft. I don’t know what to make of what happened. “Mr. Blackwood,” he had signed my book; who was he? He was light skinned. I usually like men a shade closer to purple. His chest was broad, too broad. Usually my men are slimmer. He had lazy eyes that looked intense just when he needed them to be. Bedroom McDreamy eyes... And he smiled like a humming bird, glorious and slick.

She paused when she reached the Erotica Shelf, her curiosity piqued by the bold and suggestive titles. Her gaze settled on a book called "Chaotic Pleasure", the cover art suggestive and alluring. The book seemed to have been untouched for quite some time, a thin layer of dust settling on its spine. Carefully, Celine began to wipe away the dust, her curiosity and desire rising with every passing moment. Celine settled into the plush bed, the book in hand. She opened it eagerly, curious to see what secrets it held. "Let's see what we have here," she murmured, her eyes skimming over the pages. The words began to paint a vivid picture, the story drawing her deeper into its folds.