Tantra Books In English Novels & Stories

Caspian, ever the quiet storm, took position on my right, his cool fingers interlacing with mine, his stormy gray eyes promising that no matter what emerged, he would stand as my shield. They guided me to the central altar stone, worn smooth by generations of rituals. I placed my palms flat against the cool surface as they began the chant in the old tongue, their voices harmonizing in a way that sent vibrations through my very bones. Power surged into me like a river breaking its banks—hot, electric, and alive. My senses expanded; I could feel the thin fabric of reality around us, the whispers of entities beyond, and the hungry eyes of rivals pressing against the veil.

Ten minutes in, the vibrations increased. I gripped the edge of my desk, biting down hard on my lower lip. The plug pulsed in deep, rhythmic waves, pressing perfectly against that sensitive spot inside me. Pleasure rolled through my body in heavy waves. My thighs clenched together as I fought to keep my breathing steady. “Miss Parker,” he called suddenly, his voice perfectly calm. “Can you elaborate on how repression often intensifies desire?” I stood on shaky legs, my voice breathy. “Repression… creates a pressure that makes the eventual release feel… overwhelming. The longer one denies themselves, the more powerful the surrender becomes.”

He looked like a man ready to work. “Take anything relevant,” he ordered the guards softly. “Take ten books each. Find anything on the goddess lines, on remarkable gifts, and on old healer rites. Start now.” We dispersed quickly, hands skimming spines and pulling out volumes. My fingers found a thin book with cracked leather. Its title was faded, written in English from an old time. I opened it and scanned. Pages moved. It was slower work than I thought; some books were full of ritual and nothing more.

I moaned as he lifted me onto his desk effortlessly, knocking books aside. “Spread your legs,” he growled, ripping my panties down with one swift movement. “Fuck, look at this pretty little pussy. Already dripping for me.” He slid two thick fingers into me without warning, pumping them fast and deep. I cried out, clutching his wrist as pleasure shot up my spine. “Quiet,” he ordered, pressing his other hand over my mouth. “Anyone could walk by.” The thrill of getting caught only made it worse. My hips bucked against his fingers as he curled them just right, making stars explode behind my eyelids.

Chapter 13 Wife *** Content Warning: This chapter is not suitable for very young readers. Read at your own risk. *** POV: Shea Vestine - Thorne Shea bit her lower lip as she felt the tension in her stomach down to her core. She clenched her jaw as her hands turned into balled fists – disheveling the sheets on the bed where she was lying. “Ahh!” She moaned in desire as she felt Denver’s tongue inserted in her wet core – steel but pleasurable. She wanted to stop him as she felt the embarrassment that was succumbing her, but the pleasure was just too much that she just couldn’t stop him.

The woman climbed a short ladder and began pulling down a few books. “These should help,” she said, setting five large, dusty tomes on a nearby table. “Sorry about the condition they’re ancient. Let me know if you need anything.” “Thank you,” Anna said as the woman walked away. Rhea and Anna sat cross-legged on the floor beside the table, surrounded by the stack of heavy books. Their covers were worn, their spines cracked, and the pages yellowed with time. Each had a unique title: 'Tales of the Mystical Creatures', 'Powers', 'Hidden Behind the Voice', and two others with faded letters too difficult to read.

Naya Hart If you just finished reading this, let's say a prayer together. Oh Lord, forgive me for I have sinned. 🙏🏽 And honestly? I am not even sorry. If you made it all the way to the end of Forbidden Desires — from Ruin Me Stepfather down to My boyfriend ,y stepbrother, you are built differently and I respect you deeply. 😭🖤 This book was never for the faint of heart. It was for the ones who read with the door locked and the brightness turned all the way down.

I waited. “From a Hindu religious point of view, tantra is a science consisting of spiritual expositions amassed by Lord Shiva. They contain numinous formulae for the attainment of supernatural power. But then, tantra is not confined to one religion or sect alone- it is there in all religions. It is essentially a method by which we can mould ourselves, the nature and if necessary, even the universe. It is a path. Tra is derived from the Sanskrit word Tray which means release,” the words were gliding from him. I hung on as if my entire future depended on the words coming out of his mouth.

Kate naturally did not refuse. Afterward, Andrius wandered around the library for a while. Soon, he noticed some eye-catching books, such as ‘Guide to Inner Energy Cultivation’, ‘How to Rapidly Condense Inner Energy’, ‘In-depth Explanation of Inner Energy Fist Techniques’, ‘Essential Tips for Inner Energy Fist Techniques’, and so on. These manuals were all about inner energy and how to cultivate it. Apart from that, there were also several manuals related to martial techniques, such as ‘Fire Fist’ and ‘Sky-splitting Palm’.

My release hit like a tornado, ripping through me “Ahh… ahhh ahhhh… oh God… ahhh…” I screamed, hips bucking against his face. He kept sucking, tongue working me through every wave, drawing it out until I was trembling and gasping