Slow Dancing Prom Novels & Stories

Second book in My Archangel Soulmate series ** Strong arms wrapped around my much smaller frame, comfortable warmth engulfing my tingling body, followed by the softest, sweetest touch of his lips against mine, moving in a slow, gentle kiss. My eyelids fluttered closed on their own accord, pressing myself even closer, my hand finding its way around his neck, burying my fingers in his short soft hair while the small sparks of bright light still danced in between us, mixing with each other. It felt so magical, so utterly ethereal, the way his entire being felt so close to mine, tiny pieces of himself tangling with mine, like small silvery strings those tiny pieces drawing us together, creating a supernatural bond.

18+ ONLY | EXTREMELY EXPLICIT | ENTER AT YOUR OWN RISK Lust doesn’t care who’s watching—or what form it takes. From growling beasts in the woods to possessive men in penthouses, from scandalous threesomes under silk sheets to Santa’s very naughty lap—Crave is a shameless collection of erotic shorts where anything goes and no fantasy is too filthy. Whether it’s a witch getting wrecked by her summoned demon, a sweet librarian bent over by her best friend’s dad, or two enemies going down instead of throwing punches—this book doesn’t slow down for breath. Straight. Gay. Monsters. Mortals. Magic. Each story is short, dirty, and unapologetically hot. You’re not here for love. You’re here to get off. So get in, stay wet, and Crave harder.

Crimson Bloomed: Ascend Post - Apocalyptic Horror | Action | Yuri Harem | Coming - of - Age | Rated R | Mature Content | Slow Burn The city looked like it had been devoured — chewed up by fire, time, and whatever came after — then spit back out in jagged pieces. Dead drones dangled from power lines like rusted ornaments. Neon signs flickered above fractured pavement, their broken scripts glitching into gibberish. Down the block, a half - melted smartcar burned slow, casting warped shadows across the skeletal remains of a coffee bar. Behind a crumpled tram car, someone crouched low, breath tight in her lungs. The shrieking hadn’t stopped. It came again — sharp, bone-deep, the kind of sound that latched onto your spine and refused to let go. She checked the signal jammer at her hip. Still blinking. Still active. Not for long. They were tracking her. She moved fast — boots silent over broken glass, slipping through the breach in an old laundromat’s wall. Her body moved from muscle memory now: slide through, duck left, over the washer, don’t look at the corpse slumped by the dryer. Out the back. Up the fire escape. On the rooftop, she halted. Not alone. Someone was already there — silhouetted against the bleeding sunset. Combat jacket. Short - cropped hair. Pulse rifle slung casually over one shoulder like it weighed nothing. Like this was just another rooftop, just another war. “Don’t move,” the voice snapped. She lifted her hands slowly. “I’m clean.” “Everyone says that.” “Scan me.” beat. Then the girl stepped forward, rifle still raised but gaze locked in. Dark eyes, sharp, searching — not just for weapons, but tells. Fear. Lies. She lowered the rifle half an inch. “You’re lucky you’re cute.” That wasn’t the line she expected.

After wrapping up a book signing out of town, I received a message from a friend on the way home. "This personal trainer is something else. He can do all kinds of things with an exercise ball." He also sent me a Live Photo. In the Live Photo, a woman was lying on an exercise ball, pinned down by a man. Her hair was covering her face. In the Live Photo that was a second long, I heard a familiar moan. I called my fiancée. "Where are you?" Her voice was a bit hoarse, "I'm training with an exercise ball at the neighborhood gym, babe. I have a big surprise waiting for you when you get home." I snorted and said, real slow, "How about I give you a big surprise right now? Open the door!"

Unlock the door to your darkest fantasies and prepare to lose control. Illicit Affair is an erotic journey where the rules don't apply and inhibition is left at the threshold. From stolen glances in crowded rooms to the slow, agonizing burn of secret encounters, these stories are crafted to push every boundary and satisfy your deepest, most primal cravings. Whether it’s the thrill of the forbidden, the mastery of complete surrender, or the electrifying friction of skin on skin, these pages are dripping with raw, unadulterated pleasure. This isn’t just a collection; it’s an invitation to indulge in the kind of pleasure that leaves you breathless, shaking, and begging for more. If you’ve ever hungered for a taste of what you shouldn’t have, welcome home. Lean in close, let the tension coil, and prepare to be thoroughly, unapologetically undone. Are you ready to give in to your most illicit desires?

By day, Maeve Briggs is just a regular, quiet high school senior. She tries to blend in, takes care of her younger brother, and deals with her mom cleaning the huge, fancy Dovewood mansion—a mansion owned by the very rich and very dangerous Caden Dovewood. But at night, Maeve becomes someone totally different: Eve. She puts on a black wig and high heels, dancing for strangers in a secret club. No one there knows who she really is. It's her secret way to escape her tough life and earn money to pay the bills. Then, Caden Dovewood walks into the club. He sees her, recognizes her, but Maeve remains unaware he's witnessed her secret life. It's only later, likely at his mansion, that Caden reveals his knowledge. He's loaded with money, he's dangerous, and he's the last person Maeve ever wanted to know her secret. Now that he does, he won't let it go. He's always a step ahead, pulling her closer with words that make her heart race and eyes that seem to see right through her. He doesn't just want to know her secrets; he wants her. And he doesn't feel one bit guilty about going after her, making their whole situation a dangerous and twisted game.

Sloane Carter was a nerdy straight A student by day, erotic club dancer by night. Lexter Gray was the Hockey star and lethally hot billionaire heir. He had one steamy night with the virgin nerd everyone ignored… and made her scream his name. She fell in love. He won the bet. Now she hates him. And he's obsessed with the one girl who won't forgive him. --- "Spread wider for me, Carter." He growled against my throat, breath scorching my skin. My traitorous legs parted, trembling.”This doesn't mean I forgive you, Grey." "Fuck—" His fingers pushed inside me roughly. “That only makes me crave you more." "I hate you—" "Hate me all you want, Carter. Just soak me while you do it.” --- He can't stop wanting her. She can't stop hating him. But when a high-stakes project forces them together, hate burns just as hot as obsession. Bad boy's first regret: He’ll do anything to win her back. She'll do anything to destroy him first. And what happens when the campus king discovers his betrayed virgin dancing for strangers? ⚠️Not your sweet college romance… Heat Level: Explicit. Dark themes. Broken people. Reckless love.

He circled her slowly. "Strip. Get on your knees." His silver eyes burned. "I'm going to f** you until your legs give out." Seraphina held his gaze without flinching. "No." A slow smile curved her lips. "I decide now. And you'll beg before I let you taste me." His mouth opened, then shut back. The most powerful king on the continent went silent. *** She was an omega maid auctioned as tribute to settle a war debt while carrying her alpha's secret child and a bloodline that could bring every alpha to his knees. King Vaelarion wanted her body. He never planned on needing her soul. But Seraphina Vale didn't survive twenty-two years of chains to spend the rest of her life on someone else's terms.

Haekyo's perfect life is shattered since a terrible accident that befell him makes him slow to think and speak. His kind and beautiful sister-in-law, Cho Hana, often comforts Haekyo and defends Haekyo whenever Haekyo gets angry with his half-brother, Cho Kyunghee, because of his invalidity. Unknowingly the closeness of Haekyo and Hana makes Hana feel love for Haekyo. Kyunghee's rough treatment has also been the cause of Hana no longer feeling love for the man. And when they were having a big fight, Kyunghee accidentally told Hana his dark secret. His reason for marrying Hana all this time was not because he loved Hana. Hana then determined to expose Kyunghee's rottenness towards her and Haekyo. Can Hana fight the cunning and evil Kyunghee? And does Hana really love Haekyo whom invalid or her feelings have only been limited to sympathy for the man?

*****Mature Content***** “You sure about this, Mia?” His voice was gravelly, dangerous. “Because once I start, I’m not stopping until you’re a dripping, shaking mess begging for more. And I’m going to make sure my brother knows exactly whose cock made you cum harder than he ever did.” I arched into him, rubbing my aching nipples against his chest. “I’m sure. Ruin me, Alex. Make me your slut tonight.” These steamy stories pull you into raw, naughty sex scenes. From slow teasing touches to explosive orgasms, each tale dives into the thrill of control, the joy of surrender, and the deep ache of pure desire. Sexy, direct, and deliciously wicked, this book celebrates raw lust in all its sweaty, breathless mess. Lose yourself in the heat… if you dare.