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Then he dipped his head. His tongue swiped along my folds, kissing and nipping on my clit already swollen with want. I cried out, the sound muffled as Lucian kissed my mouth, kissing me deep, slow, swallowing every gasp Aiden caused. The vampire’s cool fingers rolled and plucked my nipples; the werewolf’s hot mouth sucked my clit in punishing circles. Dual temperatures, dual pleasures. It was intoxicating no human had ever made me feel like this A thick finger pushed into my pussy, the invasion slow but sweet, it was immediately joined by a second. Aiden curled them, dragging along my pussy wall until sparks flared behind my eyes.

Everywhere something is interesting to lay your eyes on. “Well good. I knew you would be taking a lot of books, it was only fair that you have the highest choice.” he says and I quickly turn around to see him leaning against a pillar checking me out. So while he stands behind me watching me, which both intimidates and excites me, I take each book out, one by one, pulling them from the bookcase, some wonderful editions of Jane Austen, Dickens, Ovid, Homer, Kundera and then 'For Whom the Bell Tolls' and, finally, Lolita.

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.

Luca, my own Italian stallion. In my fantasies, anyway. He's tall and built. His olive-toned, tanned skin draws me along with his midnight black hair and those dark brown eyes. Yum. Of course my fantasies aren't really happening right now. Because in my dreams, he catches me and then ravishes me, making me forget any other man. I've really been reading too many romance novels. Seriously. We just stare at each other, my blue-eyed gaze caught in his brown. I'm barely breathing, waiting for what he's gonna say. I know he's not my "real" dad.

You're exactly who I'm writing for. Writing romance — the steamy, unapologetic, adult kind — is genuinely the thing I love most. I love slow burns that make you yell at your screen. I love the moment two characters stop pretending they don't want each other. I love writing the tension right up until it snaps, and then writing what happens after. This genre gets dismissed a lot by people who've never actually read it, but I think it's some of the hardest, most emotionally honest writing there is, and I'm proud to spend my time here. I don't plan on going anywhere. This is home for me as a writer, and I intend to keep building worlds and couples and slow-burn chaos for as long as readers keep

Bridget laughed evilly, clearly enjoying what was happening to her poor friend. "I bet she'd have kiss marks all over," Ivy added more to the naughty discussion. Ivy and Bridget giggled at the thought, they really had the wildest imagination of all. This was probably due to the fact that these two were both fans of Love Love Me: Intense Romance, a popular novel site where handsome, possessive characters usually had a deep and intense love for their beloved and caged them with their undying love for the other through intense physical activities. Definitely, they were intended for adult audiences. "I'm just worried they'd fight because of us," Dianne, the most rational among the group, looked

The memory still makes me wet. I have had other lovers since he left for London. Competent men. Kind men. Men who took me to dinner and asked about my day and made love to me in clean white beds. None of them ever made me feel the way Nathan did when he bent me over that machine and used me like the office was on fire and we were the only ones who knew. None of them ever made me come so hard I saw stars while listening for footsteps in the hallway. None of them ever filled me so full that I had to walk carefully for the rest of the night to keep from dripping onto the carpet.

I got out of bed and headed downstairs, hoping maybe a warm glass of milk would do it. I tried to be as careful as I could not to wake up Alpha Callum. He was a powerful werewolf with intense powers and powerful muscles. A thought flashed in my mind as I held on to the warm glass of milk. Alpha Callum bending me over the kitchen counter, his hands on my waist as he buried his thick cock inside of me over and over again. His voice deeper and commanding as he whispered sweet nothings in my ear. I just know he would be better in bed compared to Adam. He would have a bigger dick too.

“Oh my god… fuck… mmm, yes… that feels so good…” He rose higher, mouth moving to her breasts. He licked one nipple in slow, wet circles, then the other, then spat onto the left peak. Warm saliva ran down the soft curve of her breast. He licked it off slowly, sucked the nipple deep into his mouth until she whimpered, and spat again, coating both nipples until they shone under the library lights. Maya’s head fell back. Soft, broken moans kept spilling out of her without restraint. “Ah… ah… Liam… that feels so dirty… mmm—don’t stop… please…”

“I want to feel you. Let go.” He curled his fingers inside me and rubbed my clit faster with his thumb. His mouth stayed on my breast, licking and sucking. Everything crashed at once. My body shook hard. I came with a loud moan that I tried to hide against his shoulder. Waves of heat rolled through me. My legs almost gave out. I clenched around his fingers over and over. It was the strongest thing I had ever felt. Riven kept touching me gentle through it, slowing down until I stopped shaking. He pulled his hand out and looked at me. His eyes were dark. “Damn,” he whispered. “You look so good when you come.”