Silent Breath Steam

Everyone knew that Damien was cursed not to have a mate by the moon goddess because of his past action, but no one knew of the prophecy that followed. Guardian spirit of the witches breath life into 3 special beings to close the broken seal for the second time and Damien's lost mate happened to be among.

SOLD TO THE ALPHA FOR A ONE NIGHT STAND When he stepped into view, all my breath left me in one sharp gasp. His presence filled the room, an overwhelming force that took my breath away. He stood tall and confident, his black hair styled back, a few stray strands falling over his forehead, giving him a wild edge. His jaw was strong, a neatly trimmed beard only accentuating his chiseled features. He was devastatingly handsome, but it wasn’t just his looks that affected me, it was the aura around him, the power that radiated from every inch of his body. His eyes locked with mine, and an overwhelming sense of power washed over me. My heart pounded in my chest, racing like I had no control over it. This man wasn’t just anyone. There was something primal in his gaze, something dangerous and alluring. Something...otherworldly.

“You think you know me?” His breath rushed whiskey-hot against her face. “No, I—” Her breath choked back as she felt his palm sliding between her thighs. She meant to press them together, to slow all this down. His fingertips were almost… But she felt her muscles loosening instead, telling a truth she couldn’t muster. - Power. Control. Dominance. Kade's world is all about being on the top and ahead of everyone. Love doesn't exist in his vocabulary, but obsession does. When a brilliant risk analyst crosses his path, offering him a unique insight about everyone around him, his power over his empire increases, and so does his crave for owning her. Raven is an asset, his asset, his. With her, he was on top of the world. Empire of Dominance is written by Amelie Bergen, an eGlobal Creative Publishing signed author.

Warning: 18+ only. Featuring hardcore taboo and age-gap erotica. This is an erotic boxset containing twelve stories of irresistible steam, fun, and naughty stories. If you're not up to eighteen, this book is not for you. Get ready to be intrigued. To feel. To...burn. ----------------------- "Now, let's discuss your shorts." A big hand slips under the blanket and glides down my knees to my innermost thighs, a finger finding my pussy, and sinking in. "You are a naughty, naughty girl. Did you wear this to torture me? Answer me." "Yes," I manage after two gulped breaths. "I wore it for you." With no panties. Everything bare. "You want me that bad, Theresa? You want me worked up, right? Feral, agitated, hopelessly turned on, huh?" My lips part as he shifts the stethoscope, listening to my heart pound as I answer. "Y-yes." "Say it. I want to hear every word." "I wore shorts to turn you on, Dr Storm. Every time." Excitement flourishes in my stomach, and I ride it like a tidal wave. "I wore it so you could..." He waits, bristling with impatience as I trail off. A muscle leaps in his jaw, and his whole sculpted body is tense beneath me. "So I could what, Theresa? So I could what?" The silence is so loud, the tension so thick, his eyes so intense, so needy to hear the words, I feel my toes curl. "So, you could put your hand up there, Dr Storm. So, you could touch me."

Her eyes widened in horror. The sound was unmistakable — the snap of a belt buckle, the hiss of it being undone. Then came the crash of fabric hitting stone. Terror exploded in her chest. She struggled violently, chains biting into her wrists until blood slicked her palms. Her chest heaved, heart pounding so hard it hurt. Ezra pressed harder, his knee locking her in place. One hand clenched her throat — not enough to choke, but enough to remind her she could not escape. His breath was ragged, wild, as if possessed. “You feel it too,” he growled against her skin. “Don’t lie to me, Nova. Your body wants this. You want me.” No. No, no, no. Her body burned, but it wasn’t for him. It was the cursed bond, the fire belonging to another. And that other… Her eyes filled with tears. Her lips shaped a silent prayer: Kilian. The bond within her surged like wildfire. Her chest arched, a gasp tearing from her throat. She felt it — claws raking down her soul, a storm breaking in her veins. He was here. He had come for her. *** Nova is a skilled hunter, fierce and independent, yet unaware of her true nature and the extraordinary destiny that awaits her. Humiliated by her fellow hunter colleagues for refusing to kill innocent wolves, she flees — only to be rescued by Kilian, the feared Lycan King. Thrust into his world, she must prove herself and earn her place within his pack, all while navigating the sharp wit, teasing sarcasm, and growing tension between them. Kilian is powerful, commanding, and fiercely protective, yet finds himself drawn to Nova in ways he cannot explain. Their connection develops slowly, charged with banter, challenges, and unacknowledged desire. But Nova is far more special and powerful than anyone could have predicted. Her choices, and the bond she shares with Kilian, will shape the fate of their world — deciding whether to destroy it, or to revolutionize and transform it for the better. As they uncover enemies deeply rooted in their lives, they must rely on their bond, courage, and love to face what comes next.

Xiana took a deep breath when she reached her boss's office. "Amanda" he called the secretary who was his friend so she looked at him and smiled then said goodbye to the people he was talking to. "Hey, best friend" he laughed and put his arm around her.

“Who do you belong to?” He asked, his breath hot against my face as I straddled him. The way his arms wrapped around my waist made my breath hitch, and I clutched onto his shirt tighter. “Answer me,” he thundered, making me shudder in fright. “I belong to Prince Darion,” I muttered, my voice low. I could feel the sound of my erratic heartbeat drumming against my chest, yet I could only grind my teeth against each other. … Chosen by Darion Gray, I'd become his possession, unable to escape even if I wanted to. Not only had he owned my body, but my soul as well. What I hadn't expected was for me to fall for a man who had worn a mask since the beginning. A mask he never took off.

My breath hitched in my throat as he held me closer. His mouth dangerously close to my ear, his hot breath fanning against my skin, as he started to whisper. “You're a siren, Ember. Luring me into the flames. And it just so happens that I'm ready to get consumed.” ____ Ember Flynn thought she'd left her past behind, after her world was shattered with betrayal and tragedy, she rebuilt her life in Florida with her young son. But when she runs into Maverick Nightshade, the enigmatic stranger from her darkest night - Ember's carefully constructed walls start to crumble. As their passion reignites, she's forced to confront the lies and secrets that have haunted her for so long. Can she trust Maverick, or will their love be destroyed by the very secrets that bind them? And when the full moon rises again, will her destiny be sealed or will love set her free?

“ If it is going to mean me burning down everything in my way just so I can have you, I will do so, Eleanor, I have come to love you, and I am never letting you go” his breath clashed against my skin, goosebumps on my skin. I took in a mouthful of breath because I knew that there was no way I was going to escape him. ********** Being sold off as a breeder, the last thing Eleanor had expected was getting entangled with a man way older than her. Will she be able to get rid of him when he becomes obsessed with her, breaking her in the process? She have had fantasies about candlelight dinners, gentle kisses, but all of that went through the window when she was sold to the ruthless king of the Lycans, who no one wanted to toy with, taking her as just his breeder and nothing more. He would do everything to keep her to himself but would he be able to with the sudden arrival of his rival, the Alpha king?

The male postpartum care specialist adjusted his touch with calm precision. Heat spread through my body, leaving me weak against the cushions. "You're quite sensitive," he said quietly. The warmth of his breath near my ear made me tremble, despite myself.