Romans & histoires Steamy Book Pages

My breasts were so swollen and sensitive that each flick of his tongue caused lightening to strike in my p***y. ‎ ‎I was so turned on that my p***y clenched in on itself and ached with the need to be touched too. He released my n*****s and I lay back on my elbows as he began nibbling my ribs and working his way down my stomach. He stopped at my belly button and he licked the water that had pooled there. I drew in my breath imagining his tongue delving deep in my p***y. His mouth moved downward and in the same swift motion as before, he loosened the straps of my swimsuit bottom and flung it to the side with the bra. He stared at my p***y for long before whispering.

The paper fell away, revealing an old leather-bound volume, its cover embossed with faded gold lettering in a language that looked like a mix of Latin and something far older. “Tah — Rituals of the Eternal Flame and Flesh.” A sex god. Not just any fertility deity — a lost god of desire, ecstasy, and carnal dominion. The dealer’s notes had been vague, but the title alone sent heat rushing through me. I opened the book carefully. The pages were thick vellum, illuminated with intricate drawings of a towering male figure with glowing eyes, surrounded by writhing bodies in states of rapturous abandon. As I turned the first page, a faint warmth spread through the room. The watching feeling returne

A throb in my veins, cool and warm. My breath stuttered. “Come on. Get a grip,” I said to myself. I took the book and went back to the table and opened it, taking care of the delicate pages. Dust flew up in the air, silver in the dim light. I changed pages: the history of the pack, ancient battles, treaties, prominent men, Then the book stopped on a page without me deciding to stop. It fell open as if guided. A full-page sketch stared up at me. A girl of light and fire. Eyes like molten gold. Hair whipping around her like she stood in a storm. Her hands glowing.

This book is part of a series called The Forbidden Series. Book 1: His Forbidden Goddaughter (Complete) Book 2: Her Forbidden Desire (Complete) *** Hello my beautiful readers! For those of you that don't know, my books are considered ‘steamy’. This means that they will be filled with lots of detailed steamy scenes. This book specifically will have lots of sėx scenes, some bdšm, violence, drugs, profane language, the whole nine yards, so if you don’t feel comfortable with that, please skip those chapters or the book altogether. This is a mafia book, so without the violence, drugs, and alcohol, it wouldn’t really be a mafia book. LOL. I will try to have trigger warnings as much as possible, bu

His friend had almost coal-dark hair, and was deliciously muscled. Jeanie glanced down as she loaded the last washer, and let out a nearly silent sigh of relief. She could feel her nipples stiffening against her bra, and she was concerned that they might be visible through her top. Jeanie sat down and put her nose in the book that she’d brought with her, but knew from the moment that she opened it that it was a bad idea. The racy romance novel was the last thing that was going to distract her from the surge of arousal that had come over her. The bookmark sat right at the beginning of a heated coupling between the characters in the book.

Chapter 4 “You like seeing what a mess you’ve made of me?” My free hand trailed down my stomach, my fingers slipping between my thighs, gathering the slick heat there. I brought them to his lips, painting them with my arousal. “Taste it.” His tongue darted out, lapping at my fingers, his eyes never leaving mine. The sight of him like this, obedient, desperate and starving made my pulse roar in my ears. I released his hair, only to grab his chin, my nails digging into his skin. “Clean me,” I ordered, shoving him forward.

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The wet slapping sounds of my balls hitting her ass echoed between the quiet bookshelves. “Fuck, Noah… you’re so deep,” she moaned, gripping the edge of the table. “Don’t stop. Ruin this pussy.” I reached down and rubbed her swollen clit fast while thrusting hard and deep. Her tits bounced wildly in her open blouse. I leaned down and sucked hard on one of her nipples, biting just enough to make her gasp. “You’re such a dirty librarian,” I groaned against her breast. “Acting all strict during the day but secretly begging for cock at night.”

Emma’s face burned, her nails digging into the desk edge as her body convulsed. “I’m…I’m going to cum, Mr. Carter!” “That’s it” he snarled bouncing her harder, his cock slamming deep inside. “Do it cúm on your boss’s cóck. Show me how bad you want this job” Her body snapped, pleasure ripping through her in violent waves. Emma screamed, her pússy gushing around him, soaking his cóck and dripping down her thighs. Her whole body shook, tits bouncing in his grip, ass stinging red from his handprints.

"Then begin." She opened the book. The pages were heavy vellum, script ink written in flowing black. She breathed in and started reading, her voice deepening as she became caught up in the book. It was rich and sensual, of the god's coming, the scent of rain and mature grain that clung around him, the fear of the gentleness of his hands.