Novel & Cerita Steamy Novel Excerpts

“You gonna keep teasing or actually show me the full manuscript so I can do my job?” Damien smirked and got up, grabbing his laptop from the desk. He set it on the coffee table in front of us and opened it, pulling up the document. We leaned in together, shoulders touching, his scent wrapping around me as we scrolled through the pages. His writing was filthy, detailed scenes of strong hands gripping hips hard enough to bruise, tongues licking sweat from abs, thick cocks sliding raw and deep while the bottom begged for more, cum dripping down thighs. Reading it with him this close had my dick throbbing, leaking a little into my jeans.

Don't do it. Her scream is broken and hoarse when she orgasms, her feet flopping around on my shoulders, pushing at them, her tight body shaking like a fucking leaf. Goddamn, it's the hottest thing I've ever seen. Don't even get me started on the state of her pussy. I can see it clenching, feel it on my lips. It's like a pink rose covered in dew when she finishes whining my name, her body lying boneless on the table.

“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…”

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.”

(Steamy scenes) His fingers traced a burning path up the inside of her thigh, a slow, deliberate promise. The blanket had slipped away, and the cool air of the study was a sharp contrast to the heat of their tangled bodies. Her skin was still sensitized, every nerve ending singing from their previous joining, and his lightest touch felt like a brand.

The veins bulged like ropes ready to claim every inch of her innocence. I crawled onto the bed like a predator. My knees sank into the mattress between her quivering thighs. The heat radiating from her core hit me like a drug. She whimpered, but I snatched the vibrator from her clenching pussy with a loud pop. Her walls fluttered emptily. A gush of her creamy arousal spilled out onto my fingers. I tossed the worthless toy aside and crushed my mouth to hers in a bruising kiss. My tongue fucked her wet heat like a preview of what was coming. I tasted her cherry gloss mixed with the salty tang of her need. She moaned into me. Nails raked my back. Legs wrapped around my waist to grind her soaked

Stronger than the heat from the steam. Wolf heat. It hit me, seeping through my nostrils, going inside my head. Hell fucking no. My pussy was leaking again, dripping slick. I gasped and spread my legs. I didn't bother to look down. Didn't want to see how soaked and filthy I was. I threw my head behind me as I shove my finger in my pussy again. I screamed, moaning, mouth and nose inhaling the steam floating in the air. I pushed my finger deeper, stroking my pussy non-stop.

WARNING: Dark Romance, Dubious Consent (Drugging/Somnophilia), Supernatural/Beast Content, Choking, Spanking, Breeding, Marking/Biting, Breaking and Entering, Strong Language, Graphic Sexual Content, Creampies, All Holes Used. The morning of the third day was different. The air in our cottage was thick with a tension I couldn't quite soothe with honeyed words. Lyra sat at the small kitchen table, her hands trembling as she held her mug. She didn't look at me. She looked at the bruises on her wrists-pale yellow rings that I had licked and kissed just hours ago.

CHAPTER SEVEN POV: SABRINA THORNE (THE EVIL QUEEN) The room was dark with red light throwing a blood glow on our flesh. The shadows in the room merged with our bodies in an intimate dance of movements that was a visual masterpiece. I could feel his eyes on me even though I was sure he couldn't see my naked body waiting for him. The heat coming off from his muscular body made me shiver with enough intensity to be mistaken for a fever. Yes! It was a feverish feeling. I was sick with lust as the palm of my hand slid along his bare chest down to his torso stopping just as it got to his rock-hard thigh.