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Carina lay in bed, her body already aroused from the hours she had spent reading the erotic novel she had recently brought. Feeling the dampness between her thighs as she read the passionate sex between the leads, she closed her eyes and let out a soft moan imagining what it would be like to be the female lead. She ended the book at the point where the male lead let out a lewd growl as he cummed inside the female lead’s hole.

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. Specifically, this book may have lots of sėx scenes, some bdšm, violence, kīdnapping, profane language, the whole nine yards, so if you don’t feel comfortable with that, please skip those chapters or the book altogether. This will be your only warning. For those of you that haven't read my books before, they are known to get wild and more times than not end in a cliffhanger. You've been warned!

A gasp comes out of my mouth. A combination of lust and passion seizes me. That novel is perhaps one of the most exciting things that have ever fallen into my hands. Paul reads quietly, in a passionate way. I find myself back on the street listening to him. His voice has a serious background note, powerful. I'm enjoying it more and more and it makes me want to watch.

Definitely not trying to seduce just the steam sticking to the mirror, the accidental press of bodies in the tight space, the forbidden pull of best friend's brother coming into my house. His eyes went down to my lips, which were open in a gasp, and then down to the very quick breathing of my chest, the nipples of my breasts through the fabric being stretched. "Lila..." His voice roughened, free hand twitching at his side, fighting the pull. Mine mirrored, rising to his chest to push? Or steady? The touch lingered, feeling his heart thunder under my palm. The seduction bloomed unintentional: humidity making my skin glow, his drunk haze blurring lines, our the steam.

Me: This is wrong. Unknown: Does it feel wrong when I tell you how beautiful you are? How I would kiss every inch of that soft stomach you try to hide? How I would worship between your thighs until you couldn't remember your own name? I lay back on the bed, breathing faster. My free hand moved down my body almost involuntarily, slipping under the waistband of my shorts. I was already soaked. My fingers found my swollen clit and began slow circles as I read his next message. Unknown: That's it. Touch yourself for me, Isabella. Imagine my hands instead of yours. My mouth. My tongue tasting how sweet you are.

* My mind floods with filthy images of Damien above me in bed, growling low in my ear as he pounds into me, his dick swelling, teeth grazing my neck, claiming me as his Omega while I scream his name and beg for mercy. I’m so turned on I can barely stand. My thighs are slippery. My clit is throbbing. I’m seconds away from excusing myself to the bathroom just so I can rub one out. Mia grins and grabs my arm. “Come on, let’s get you a drink before you melt. You look like you need one.” As she pulls me toward the bar, I feel Damien’s heavy gaze on my body fighting for control. This cruise hasn’t even properly started yet, and I’m already drowning in lust.

His warm mouth engulfs the head, and he takes me down inch by inch until the whole thing is buried inside him. We work our mouths in tandem, our tongues gliding over each other, our moans muffled by the hard cocks between our lips. We lick and slurp and suck like there’s no tomorrow, the wet sounds echoing through the steamy room. Our bodies are slick with sweat, and we slide against each other like two giant, slippery eels. I leak a constant stream of precum, which Diesel eagerly swallows. His Adam’s apple works overtime, and his stubbled chin glistens with my fluids. He must be loving the taste, judging by the way his cock is throbbing in my mouth.

But deep down she knew she was testing him. Downstairs, the smell of coffee and bacon filled the air. Elena was humming in the kitchen while Richard read the newspaper on the deck. Callum was already at the table, shirtless, wearing only gray sweatpants that hung dangerously low on his hips. His muscular torso was on full display. Every defined line of his abs and the sharp V disappearing beneath his waistband seemed designed to torment her. He looked up when she entered. His green eyes slowly dragged down her body. A slow, wicked smile spread across his face.

“If it isn’t little Lia the nerd. Come to watch the show?” “I—I’m sorry,” she stammered, clutching her books tighter. Her nipples hardened against her bra. “I didn’t mean to—” “But you’re not leaving.” He turned fully toward her now, cock still in hand, bold and unashamed. A bead of precum glistened at the slit. “You like what you see, don’t you?” Lia’s mouth went dry. Her pussy throbbed. She had touched herself hundreds of times thinking of him, but this was real.

His tongue plunged between my lips, claiming me, tasting me, as if he could devour my very soul. I moaned into his mouth, my body arching against his, my breasts pressing against the hard planes of his chest. His hands trembled as they roamed over me, rough and possessive, tearing at the remnants of my gown until the fabric pooled at my feet. I stepped out of it, my bare skin glowing in the firelight, the sheer lace of my undergarments doing little to hide the curves beneath. The chemise was nearly transparent, the swell of my breasts visible through the delicate fabric, the dark peaks of my nipples begging for his touch. The lace between my thighs clung to me, outlining the soft folds of my