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Hey everyone! If you are interested in reading more of my books the series Xavier's Shamma: The legend of Luyota will be the next book you will read by me. Its a total historical fantasy which i hope yu will like. To my readers who had not checked it out please look it up and do tell me what you think about it! You know i love hearing from you guys. Here is a brief synopsis and for more, find the book underneath profile my which is NasheMel or simply search Xavier's Shamma:The legend of Luyota. Leave a vote if you enjoy it and a comment if you may!

I screamed as they groaned, moving in me, my insides feeling so full I thought I would burst. I couldn't explain how I wanted more, how I needed them to fill me up. How I felt like a lose but unrepentant whore. “Fucking ruin me” I growled through clenched teeth, our sweaty bodies grinding into each other and causing unbearable heat. “You love your pussy being wrecked?” Damon hissed out. “She's a triple penetration hungry slut” Tyrone said, his voice shaky. Sam was whimpering above me, his hands fondling my back down to my ass while thrusting into me.

He felt huge, filling me completely. “Fuck, Steph. So tight.” He pulled back and slammed in again, setting a brutal pace. The island creaked under us. My back arched as he pounded into me, one hand gripping my hip, the other tangled in my hair. Every thrust hit deep, sending sparks through me. The sound of skin slapping skin echoed. He leaned down, biting my shoulder lightly. “This is so goddamn wrong. My little stepsister is taking my cock like a slut on the kitchen counter where Mom makes breakfast.”

She's ours now—no more fighting. I nestled between them, sated but already craving more. The manor felt smaller, charged with possibility. Breakfast the next morning was electric; their hands on me under the table, eyes promising endless nights. But as Mum's return loomed, the real game began—keeping our triad hidden while indulging every filthy whim.

Deliberately forgot, but that's hardly the point. I grind my pussy against his hardness as he swipes my hair to one side. He buries his face in my exposed neck and takes a long sniff. "You smell like a real-life wet dream." Real-life wet dream? I laugh at my vivid imagination. Tens of women at work drool over Rhys Redmond, but I must be the only one filling up pages with fantasies of things that will never happen. If this doesn’t get me checked into a mental facility, nothing will.

The moment I did so, the smile on my face faded into something else. A scrawly hand writing that belonged to Caramia had written on the very first page... My fantasies. I felt my breath immediately get heavy. Her fantasies? My Caramia's fantasies... Fantasies I would be most willing to make a reality out of. I flipped open the next page, curious to know what things were in my slut's head. 'To be fucked in a pool and even more better, to be fucked in a river' A smirk showed up on my lips. Well, our wants did match but mine could be a little bit more...

Rumpled- Book 1 of The Steamy Fairytale Collection Eighteen years ago, when Rian, the greatest elf lender, was banished for asking for his payment—the young princess promised to him, he sought shelter in an old, dank castle. Filled with hate and resentment, his heart darkened with malice. But when a simple maiden, Ciara, asks for a warm bed and a hot meal, his once dark heart and other unmentionables twitch in desire once he realizes that she is his promised princess. As punishment for the kingdom’s ostracizing, Rian imprisons her, his only drive, to satisfy Ciara beyond her imaginations till she desires him… in return.

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“I'll eradicate every last one of them from the surface of this world, if I have to.” I followed the trial of the cart to an open valley. Meara's scent had just been there, or I could smell a drop of her blood. But something else was there with me. Dead carcass. Immediately it lunged at me as I turned to face it, but I was left stunned. My feral red eyes dimmed for a moment. It was a brown fur Lycan, only that this particular Lycan smelled like a vampire. I had seen this before. A conjuring—Necromancy. Such magic was forbidden, lost to ancient wars. It takes only a powerful witch to be able to conjure a soul from the underworld into a dead Lycan's body.

A pair of golden colored eyes peered through the smoke, gleaming dangerously at those that gazed at the cover. It was a book filled with enough filth that it’ll make the raunchiest whore flush. A tantalizing tale of a beast for a man, living deep in the wilderness with his lover. As he love to cherish his wife, gifting her with the rare treasures he finds on his daily hunt, he’s addicted to fucking her. Page after page of the raunchiest smut, detailed enough that it felt as if I was on the receiving end of his heavy thrust. God, I was horny.