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Genre: Explicitly Steamy Fae Fantasy Romance Female Lead: Deerah Gav, Half-fae, sharp-tongued, former rebel healer Male Lead: Greco Roman, Dark, battle-scarred Prince of the Nightshade Realm, cold and unbending . . . Deerah Gav didn’t bow. Not when the Queen of the Moon Court branded her a traitor. Not when the high fae sorcerers burned her wings into ash for healing humans during the war. And not now, as the obsidian gates of the Nightshade Realm opened with a moan like bone cracking under pressure, revealing a fae prince with blood on his hands and shadows under his eyes.

Ch-1 --------------------- [Father discovers that his neglected wife has found solace with her hunky son; while he is given cold shoulder, son is treated to cornucopia of delights.] [ALERT: one of the delights is eating a meal served on his mother's perfect body; some might object to this type of erotic dining, especially the location of dipping sauce; please turn to another story; thank you] *

The fact I was about to live out my long yearned fantasy… or the fact that it was with strangers that didn’t bother with names. I was naked. A sharp breath sliced the air…from who? I wasn’t sure “You’re so sexy,”Mr Cinnamon whispered in my ear. He smelt like cinnamon,hence the name. Cinnamon, green eyes, brown hair…strangers yet I had a feeling I would never forget these strangers for the rest of my life. Every doubt I might have harbored vanished the second I felt cinnamon’s fingers graze my folds. “And you’re so wet..” his breath was heavier

Elena stood in the middle of their luxurious living room, still wearing nothing but her ruined lace panties, her body a map of another man’s desire. The morning light streamed through the tall windows, illuminating every dark hickey, every bite mark, every faint bruise left by Damien Vale’s powerful hands. She felt raw, sore, and strangely empowered.

I shifted in the seat, pressing my legs together tighter around his fingers, hating how good it felt. My mind raced with dirty images of him shoving the robe open, spreading my legs wide on this table, licking my pussy until I was shaking and cursing his name. “I hate you,” I whispered, but my voice cracked with how turned on I was. “I hate how you think you can just put your hands on me whenever you want. I hate that my body reacts like this when you do.” Alessandro’s fingers slid higher, brushing the edge of my pussy lips under the robe, feeling how slick I already was. He didn’t push further, just teased there while his eyes burned into mine.

Jamie My back hit the rough wall behind the tall plants as Lena pinned me there. My heart was pounding so hard I could feel it in my throat. “You’re fucking soaked already, aren’t you?” Lena whispered against my ear, her fingers finally slipping under the hem of my short black dress. When her fingertips brushed against my drenched panties, she let out a low, filthy laugh. “Jesus, Jamie. Your cunt is dripping for me.” I whimpered, my hips twitching forward involuntarily. I had never been this turned on in my life.

But my wear suddenly felt too tight across the shoulder, way too warm. My fingers fidgeting, I opened the Rite book. “I exorcise thee, unclean spirit–” She arched, deliberately. The torn dress slid higher, exposing the smooth skin of her stomach, the shadow forming between her thighs revealing no undergarments. Just slick, swollen flesh catching the candle light. She was already wet and dripping, her scent filling the space which hit me. My mouth went dry. “Keep reading,” she purred. “The words make me throb. Makes me want to clench around something thick and holy.”

PEARL The rest of the week felt like I was drowning in paper and ink while trying to keep my head above water. Being the group leader was not just a title; it was a full time job that kept me bolted to a library chair until my back ached and my eyes burned from staring at the glow of my laptop. I spent hours digging through online archives, pulling apart every syllable of the classic text we were assigned, searching for those sensory triggers Professor Tyler had talked about. My browser had about fifty tabs open, ranging from deep literary analysis to historical accounts of how scent was used in Victorian prose.

“Damn, your tongue feels so good against my neck, little demon.” I whimpered softly, my hips grinding down in slow, needy circles against his hardness. The friction of his thick cock against my soaked core through our clothes was driving me insane. My panties were soaked, my wetness staining his pants. I reached up and brushed my fingers over one of his small, dark horns, tracing the smooth, warm curve. Brayden shuddered beneath me, a low growl rumbling in his chest that I felt vibrate through my entire body. “So… hot,” I whispered deliriously, grinding harder against his lap. “All of you… I can’t stop touching you. I don’t know what’s happening to me. My body feels like it’s on fire.”