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It’s thick, veined, the head already glistening. My tongue darts out instinctively, and Carl groans, his hips jerking forward. The first taste of him is salt and musk, and I hollow my cheeks, taking him as deep as I can. His grip in my hair tightens, guiding me, forcing me to relax my throat as he hits the back. “That’s it,” Dame’s voice murmurs in my ear. “Take him like a good little whore.” Carl’s other hand slides between my legs, two fingers plunging inside me without warning.

Joan’s head tipped back on a silent moan, her spine arched into his touch. He caught her head with his free hand, holding her steady as he kissed her again… his tongue stroking into her mouth in slow, deliberate glides that mimicked exactly what she suddenly craved lower down. The hand on her breast drifted south. Fingers skimmed over her ribs, her stomach, until they reached the hem of her dress. He gathered the fabric in his fist and dragged it upward, bunching it at her waist. Cool air kissed her thighs. Joan shivered.

“Is that all?? You can go ahead.” Naomi walked to the bookshelf and bent down. Her skirt lifted high, showing him the blue lace stretched over her ass. She dragged her finger slowly across the spines. “You have a nice collection,” she murmured, pulling one free. She flipped the pages, pretending to read. “Romance.” Her eyes flicked back to him. “Do you have something raw? Something erotic?” "Is that what you want to read?" Raymond asked. "Yeah," she replied. "I love reading erotic stories."

I watch intently with my brows raised as he removes a sizable oil painting from its place on the wall, unveiling a hidden safe that had been seamlessly integrated into the structure. I pivot on my heel and survey the colossal collection of books that had escaped my memory until now. The tips of my fingers delicately graze the uppermost edges of the book spines as my eyes glide over the titles. My fingers hover over one book in particular. It's a book that is very improper in Alessandros’ collection. This book is a historical romance novel written by Sylvia Day. One of Roses’ all-time favourite authors. Curiosity gets the better of me and I start to slide the book out, “come here, tesoro.” I

He smelled warm and masculine, and it made me dizzy. Roman’s fingers flexed on my waist. I could feel his c*ck growing thicker behind me, pressing more insistently against my ass now. He wasn’t pulling away. Neither was I. “Keep your core tight,” he growled softly. His chest brushed my back as he leaned in to adjust my shoulders. The heat of him surrounded me completely. I couldn’t stop imagining him bending me over the bench and f*cking me. I wanted to hear him call me a good girl in that strict voice while he f*cked me.

I pull my cardigan tighter around me, trying not to look like a woman unraveling on her fourth glass of wine. “I don’t write sex, Chloe. I write romance without all the detailed intimacy, I write about repressed trauma, losing a loved one, mystery, horror even not two people who’ve never met each other dirty talking and moan— oh God.” She takes my wine glass and replaces it with her full one. “Exactly. You’ve built an empire off tragedy. I think your readers are ready to read something based on actual pleasure or erotic tension.” “Ew. Who even reads things like that?”

Their kiss was deep and urgent, tongues dancing as the steam enveloped them. Victor's hands explored her, one sliding down to part her thighs, fingers delving into her slick heat. "Always so ready for me," he growled, circling her clit with expert precision. Elena moaned, her hips rocking against his hand, the water sloshing with her movements. He inserted two fingers, then three, fucking her slowly while his mouth latched onto her neck, sucking hard enough to leave a mark she'd have to hide from Marcus. "Cum for me, Elena. Let me feel you tighten."

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Chapter 3 I stood in the centre of all the books in the library, my fingers trembling as I flipped through another ancient history book, the pages brittle under my touch. The ink bled in places, the words looked smudged with how old they looked, but the message was clear…royalty must marry royalty. Always. Without exception.

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.