Strawberry Taste

A union of two enemies could only mean two things; a disaster bound to fail or a match about to withstand the test of time. Either ways, Gwendolyn Stone never for once thought she'd be married off for the company's sake and worse to a man she hated every fiber of his being. Gerald Smith had an expensive taste in women and Gwen isn't a woman he'd pick to spend the rest of his life with. Compared to his train of model girlfriends, Gwen is quite plain Jane. Gwen's plan for the marriage is simple, get into it and make Gerald regret accepting the marriage. Gerald's plan is direct, make Gwen suffer for ending his bachelor life and make her whole life miserable as his wife. We are in for a roller coaster of drama, or a touch of Cupid, who knows?

"Alaric we shouldn't." I whispered as he trailed his plump luscious lips over the vertice of my neck "And why?" His voice came out rough and needy. "I'm no longer your mate and I can never be your Luna. This is forbidden" I breathed the words out, fighting to take control but it was futile. His gentle caress loosened every knot that held my senses together. He leaned in and pressed a kiss into my neck sending sensations that overwhelmed me to fill up every pore of my skin. Then he spoke against my ear. "Then I want to taste the forbidden ." _______ As the daughter of a rogue, Samantha had no place among the middle or upper class of her pack. She wasn't an omega, and the truth of her birth remained a mystery. At 18, getting a mate was her only hope to leaving her miserable life, but what happens when she gets rejected? What better comeback could she have than to become the person her pack needed in their most difficult times? Samantha thought all she had to do was help her pack and leave once her job was done, but little did she know that a mate bond broken didn't free her from Alpha Ric. What happens when her path tilts into a more serious and darker path, and she is forced to remain in her pack to protect her son, the son she shared with Alpha Ric? A greater threat is out there, and there's something special about her.

"I am bound to punish you for breaking the rules," he said as he started undoing his tie. I swallowed, the thought of being punished by him terrified and excited me at the same time. I needed this. The heat pooled between my legs as I watched him undo his tie with one hand and his belt in the other. It was hot. He grabbed me by the neck, bending me over the table with my face down on the surface and my ass high up in the air. He caressed my soft flesh with his palm. "Count," he ordered, My brows furrowed in confusion, the haze of lust so heavy in my head that my brain failed to grasp his words. The first slap landed on my ass cheeks and I cried out. "Count," he barked. I whimpered but I nodded my head to his request. "One," I counted as the first slap came on my behind. I kept counting as he delivered blows to my now red ass. "Good girl," he murmured as he rubbed them gently, to take away the ache. I was moist and he could sense it. Dipping his finger into my pussy, he confirmed how wet I was for him. "Hmm," he hummed, embarrassment slammed into me with enough force. I barely knew this man and here I was letting him possess me. I liked it. I licked my lips in anticipation of what he wished to do, his lips touched the nape of my neck and I jumped. He licked the juncture of my neck, and the pulsating nerves there responded to his touch. "You taste so sweet," he murmured as he kissed his way down my neck. "T...thank you," I managed to get out. "Let me make you mine," he says,

Born a high-ranking duke’s successor, Lady Francesca Chandler was sure of her future, not until the appearance of her stepmother, who robs her of father’s attention. In order to gain his favor, she would intentionally involve herself in petty society scandals, garnering the infamous label of being the scandalous lady. But things get more complicated with the sudden death of her father and put her right over the much loved duchy at stake! Vicious Lady Carlotta is taking advantage of young Francesca’s minority to ship her off before she hits legal age where she can decide on her own. In response, young duke’s daughter pulled a boldest unladylike move. She would mind less being called scandalous again if that would mean to save her house and her freedom. Throwing her virtue to a rich, wealthy man of her own taste, with a respectable ancient title, was the only prospect available. A rakehell like the Lord of Syford would definitely do.

*Swords clash against swords, arrows fly with no warnings, spear against spear, magic against magic, and fangs against fangs. The battlefield reek of dead bodies. Demons and werewolves, witches and warlords, shapeshifters, halflings, and many more. Companions were lost as dead bodies keep dropping. A fierce ruthless battle indeed. The Battle Of Blind Justice, The war between the supernaturals and demons that left an indelible mark on their whole existence. Against all odds will the moon Goddess Diana bless them with a mate or will her blessings come with a curse for choosing to follow the ways of dark magic? ****************** Tamar's body was on fire, she knew deep down in the sacred place in-between her legs, she was already wet, and she could feel her body burning from in-depth craving and desire, "I should have self-control," she said. to seduce an alpha king is a crime on its own. but what if he woke up and meet me on his bed like this, won't he thinks that I seduce him into going to bed with me? her thought was chaotic but Lucian didn't give her time to wallow in it as he lowered his head to her small face and kissed her deeply. Tamar could taste some leftover traces of wine in his mouth. at first, she struggled but it didn't take long before she give in to him. gradually the kiss became intense as he devoured her small lips, he moved to her neck and nibbled on it, Tamar was not able to hold back the moan that came out of her mouth, she was surprised with her own hands that were already pulling off his jacket. "What the h*ll am I doing!" she yelled in her head. ***************** Amidst the ongoing war intense romance between couples still Blossom.

Lips meet; Bodies tangle. It should never have happened. Opposites, who could never attract. Enemies, who were never able to coexist. That was what Ariana and Cross were to each other. She was the city’s most famous detective, known for her crackdown on gang activity that once plagued the cityscape day and night. And Cross? He was THE most powerful Mafia Don. Everything was at his disposal: money, loyalty, sex. But when night falls and enemies become lovers, the line begins to blur between love and hate. Ariana feels like a traitor to her city. But Cross is relentless and unwilling to let go of her after a taste and Ariana is willing to let him own her.

Love is sweet and unique like the flavor in candy. Sometimes sweet, sometimes sour. Sometimes, something that looks good will look bad. Vice versa, it is that same with matters of the heart. Sometimes, giving in is sweeter than being with someone you love. However, with an acidic groove. The sweet and sour side is like a unique unity, like a complicated storyline. But, made an impression on the heart. Two separate earphone cables, reconnect. The sweet taste that accompanies the sour taste that will not move gloomy. Because, the sweet one will be loyal to make the sweet groove on the sour. Isn't this a unique fair epilogue? When the smile comes and the shackels of disappointment both embrace at the end of the story.

Staring down at my new slave who knelt in front of me, the right side of her cheek had a red print on it and I immediately knew someone touched her, the sight annoyed me. I don't want anyone touching her except me, ALONE! Marking every part of her skin with my hands alone, with her only remembering my touches and no one else. I'm the only one permitted to touch and torture her... ******* Evianna's already saddened life takes a dark turn when she is kidnapped by human traffickers and sold into slavery at an auction. She finds herself in the possession of a billionaire vampire. At first, Evianna is terrified of the cunning, hot, manipulative vampire named Darren after seeing his heartless and ruthless nature on their first meeting, but as she gets to know him, she begins to see another side of Darren. Despite their vastly different backgrounds, the maid and the master couldn't shrug away the continuous attraction they felt for each other. But, before they could taste the sweetness of romance, their happiness is short-lived when they find out about a shocking truth. As their relationship is put to the test, they will have to fight for their love and overcome the prejudices of their respective worlds. With danger lurking around every corner, will their love be enough to survive? Will their love conquer all, or will their differences and Evianna's true identity alongside Darren's inner demons tear them apart FOREVER? Read MR. DARREN'S FEISTY LITTLE PET to find out! A paranormal story of Obsession, Lust, Love, Secrets, a Hot protective Vampire, and a weak to strong female lead.

"Mine. My Princess... All Mine." +=+=+ Pearl Williams thought she was just struggling with a tough class, but when she meets Professor Anthony Marison, the man she had a one-night stand with, her academic troubles take a backseat to a more dangerous temptation. Despite the warnings, Pearl finds herself drawn to the older, mysterious professor in a whirlwind of desire and consequence. Will she heed his cautionary words, or will she risk it all for a taste of forbidden passion?

"You sure wanna taste me?" He laughed. That was the first time, he had smiled. "Wow, you are laughing now.." "Only you make me" My heart raced again, beating my eardrums in its intensity, "Ugh, how do you make me like this?" He came closer, pushing my back to the wall. We were inches apart, our bodies almost sticking to each other and his breath on my lips. "You make me so numb, that I fail to say what I always wanted to" I held my breath. His breathing accelerated, "Only you, Anna. Only you" And the space closed with a kiss.