Slow Burn Erotica

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They called her wolfless. Cursed. Unworthy of the bond. So they stripped her of dignity, broke the mate-thread with a smirk, and left her bleeding at the edge of the sacred woods. But they forgot one thing. Ash remembers. And so does the throne buried beneath it. The forest did not devour her. It bowed. The flame did not die. It waited. And in the silence between heartbeats, something unholy crawled up from the marrow of forgotten gods and whispered: > "She is not blessed. She is not chosen. She is the reckoning the moon tried to silence." Now, Araya walks again — no longer mortal. No longer meek. She is the Hollow-Blood reborn. Daughter of the fire that swallowed fate. And the last heir to a throne no god dares name. He broke the bond. He walked away. But the fire he abandoned now walks in human skin — and it has learned to burn without mercy. As divine war brews, as temples crack and oracles scream her name, she must decide: Will she burn the wolves who left her behind? Or the gods who tried to chain her flame? Either way... > She does not kneel. She does not forgive. She remembers. And the last prophecy carved into stone will soon come true: > THE FLAME THAT WALKS RETURNS. LET THE GODS BURN FIRST.

(An Extremely Hot intense hardcore Taboo Erotica Collection rated 18+. Incest, Age gap, father and daughter relationship and so many more) “Harder,” she gasps. “Please—God—don’t stop—” He pounds into her, gritting his teeth, sweat sliding down his temples. “Fuck—Grace—I’m gonna—” "Inside me,” she whispers. “Please—inside—” He comes with a shuddering growl, burying his face in her neck. His body locks tight above hers, and she feels every throb, every pulse, deep inside. They lie there for a long time after. Breathing each other in. Her fingers trace lazy circles on his back. His lips graze her collarbone. She doesn’t ask what this means. She already knows. *** When Grace returns home for the summer, she never expects the man who married her mother to unravel her world. Julian is older, distant, and dangerously magnetic—and neither of them can resist the pull. What begins as stolen glances and silent obsession spirals into something violent, raw, and all-consuming. Their affair is poison, but it tastes like salvation. As secrets crack open and loyalties burn, Grace must choose between the life she knew and the man she can’t live without. Craving Grace is a taboo, blisteringly hot descent into forbidden desire, where love is a sin—and sin feels like home.

Bago makuha ni Valeria Solano ang kayamanang iniwan ng kanyang pamilya, kailangan niyang magpakasal sa isang mayamang lalaki at magkaanak bilang kundisyon. Nang muling bumalik si Luciano Navarro — ang lalaking unang kumuha ng kanyang pagkabirhen. Nakita ni Valeria ang pagkakataong gamitin ito para sa kanyang mga plano. Desperada at handa siyang gawin ang lahat kaya pumayag siyang pumasok sa isang kasunduan para makuha ang mga yamang iniwan sa kanya. Ngunit may lihim si Luciano na magpapabago sa takbo ng buhay ni Valeria, at ang kalayaang inaasam niya ay maaaring maging kanyang pinakamalaking pagkakakulong.

I was told to prove my loyalty. Instead, they left me to burn. My name’s Calistra Ford—Cali, to the idiots who think they know me. I was born to the mafia—wrapped in elegance, forged in blood under a kingpin who calls himself my father. He gave me one shot to earn my place: infiltrate enemy territory, steal something priceless, and survive. I did it. Bruised, bleeding, victorious. And just as I ran for freedom, my brothers—my own family—locked the car doors and drove off without me. They handed me the gun, but turns out I was the target all along. Now, I’m a prisoner to our enemy. And Hale “Hellbringer” Holt is the one holding the chains. He’s cold. Lethal. Unreadable. Everything I should hate. He should’ve killed me. But instead… he married me. Bound by a contract and shackled in silk. Tied to his empire by blood and silence. I was raised to bleed for my people—now, my loyalty is dead. They offered me up as bait. All except my sister, Belle—still trapped in their den of evil. And if I have to set the world on fire to save her, I will. Starting with the family that betrayed me. And I’m dragging Hellbringer into the flames with me.

"Iris is back. She'll be moving in here immediately." Evelyn Severa is a Luna. She feels worthless when her Alpha, Callum Wolffang, enters their marital home with Iris Howley, his true love. Her wolf growls, and fury burns within her. "I thought your contributions would make him see you." Callum's mother, Kiera Beowulf, sighs helplessly. Evelyn gave up her future as a wolf doctor to marry Callum and become his Luna. At the time, he was crippled and temperamental. For the past five years, she hasn't stopped treating him and caring for him. Now, it seems everything she's done is meaningless. She held onto a sliver of hope a few months ago, but she now sees sense—she'll never be able to save a person who refuses to turn back to look at her. Their contract is about to expire, and Callum has gotten what he wants. Evelyn severed the mate bond and disappeared without a trace. Callum was the one who broke it first. So why is he the one losing his mind now, desperate to get her back?

"What the fuck—” I started. He looked up at me. His lips were wet, swollen. He licked them slowly, like he was savoring the taste. “Keep your hands where I left them,” he said. My jaw clenched. My knuckles went white against the bedsheets. I didn’t speak. I just watched him. He lowered his mouth again, slower this time. His tongue circled the tip, then slid down the side. I felt every second of it. Every inch. He paused halfway down and looked up at me again. “You like this too much.” My throat tightened. I didn’t answer. “Bet you’ve never let anyone make you beg.” *** Callum Kesington isn’t just a billionaire CEO. He doesn’t believe in love. He believes in control and power.But when his estranged brother resurfaces through a cryptic call, dragging him into a trail of files, threats, and old betrayals, everything he's built starts to crack. Remy Beckett, a rising star in the culinary world, is no strang to love but one man has him unraveled. A single dinner at Remy’s restaurant ignites an attraction that shakes Callum’s carefully guarded world. He’s never wanted a man before. Never craved the scrape of stubble against his skin or the heat of rough hands pinning him down. But Remy? He’s all Callum can think about. A shadowy attack leaves Remy bleeding in Callum’s arms, and suddenly, this isn’t about desire. It's about survival. Someone wants Remy dead, and Callum’s brother is at the center of it. Now, Callum must confront the ruthless empire he built, the family who betrayed him, and the truth he’s been denying.

Meet Kaya Simeon. A young omega who has a nasty habit of going out into the woods alone at night. On one night Kaya goes into the woods alone again and accidentally stumbles upon an alpha, going into rut…

When a young Investigative journalist gets a job in the city, she meets a secret killer who they both develop feeling for each other. What would happen when she gets a task to track the unknown killer and have crucial information about him? How would she react when she founds out he is a killer? Would he manage to kill her before his story goes viral?

Kane Porter was as boring as his name implied. Of all the financial coordinators under me, he was the one least likely to be interesting on an intoxicated evening. Kane was quiet, well-mannered and nobody was friends with him. I was his boss and I got along well with everyone until I came across a problem. The account I’d been skimming from had a good hunk of change missing now. Not good. How could I have it investigated without flagging myself for the ten thousand dollars I’d ‘borrowed’? There was only one thing I could do. Porter was a nice guy. He’d help me out. No one could be safer to ask…