Tempted House Of Night Book Romane & Geschichten

002 AUGUST The sun was harsh. It bled through the curtains, stinging my eyelids and piercing my skull. My lips were swollen, my thighs were sore in the worst and best way. The sheet reeked of sex, sweat, whiskey, and expensive cologne that didn't belong to me. Nightshade’s cologne. I groaned, rolling over dragging the sheets with me. The memories of last night hit me like a bomb. We went round after round, until I cried and passed out.

Little did I know, the spark was about to become a raging inferno, courtesy of something far beyond the mortal realm. It started on a rainy Friday night. I’d come home exhausted from a long week, my blouse clinging to my skin from the downpour outside. I kicked off my heels, letting them thud against the hardwood floor, and poured myself a glass of merlot. The apartment felt emptier than usual; my last girlfriend had left months ago, citing my “workaholic tendencies” as the reason. Truth be told, I missed the warmth of a body next to mine, the soft curves and whispered promises in the dark. To distract myself, I rummaged through the old box of junk in my closet— relics from my rebellious pha

Hey beautiful people, Just a warning. This book is an erotica, which means 18+, so if you are uncomfortable with sex and adult stuff, please don’t read my books. But if you are a nymphomaniac like me, go ahead ;) Also guys, for the better understanding of the stories, I’d also like to give you the order in which the books should be read: 1)Nathaniel Lachlan 2)Aaron Riverwood 3)Landon Chambers 4)Danika Williams

Hey beautiful people, Just a warning. This book is an erotica, which means 18+, so if you are uncomfortable with sex and adult stuff, please don’t read my books. But if you are a nymphomaniac like me, go ahead ;) Also guys, for the better understanding of the stories, I’d also like to give you the order in which the books should be read: 1)Nathaniel Lachlan 2)Aaron Riverwood 3)Landon Chambers 4)Danika Williams

“Tom, you’ll drive me to Temptations by 11pm tonight.” He turned back, surprise all over his face. “What?” I gave him a stern look, my tits still heaving from how worked up I was. Temptations is that strip club where everything goes down raw. It’s worse than Sodom and Gomorrah in there girls dancing naked, hands all over bodies, live sex shows on stage, orgies in the back rooms, people fucking right in front of everyone, cum and moans everywhere. Strictly 21+ and no limits.

“That’s my girl.” He attacked me harder, sucking my clit, fingers pumping faster, the flat of his tongue working me relentlessly. My thighs started to tremble around his head. The pressure built fast and brutal. I was right there, right on the edge, muscles clenching… Headlights swept across my bedroom wall. The low rumble of a car pulling up outside cut through the night. We both froze. I was mid-orgasm, pulsing around his fingers, so close it hurt. Damon’s head snapped up, eyes wide.

Pre-cum smeared over his fingers. “You’re sensitive here,” he said, almost reverent. He leaned in and licked a slow stripe up the underside, eyes locked on mine the whole time. “Taste good too.” I cursed, threading my fingers through his hair. “Don’t tease. Suck it.” He hummed, the vibration making me shudder, then took me into his mouth. I groaned loud, hips jerking forward. “Easy, baby,” he pulled off just long enough to say, voice rough. “We’ve got all night.”

I know she can be a bit on the shy side, but it seems I’ve ignited something inside of her just as she has me. I pull her legs toward me swiftly and rough wrapping them around my waist forcing yet another gasp from her lips. “You feel amazing. Better than anything else, and I never want to leave.” I thrust inside of her harder just like she asked. “Demetrius, mmm…” Something inside me snaps when she says my name again. I can’t control it anymore. I move faster, harder, almost carnally. She screams loudly in pleasure, and I drop down quieting that scream with a rough kiss. Too rough. Before I can stop, I realize I’ve bit her lip slightly drawing blood. She doesn’t even notice as she continues

Her cathedral. She slouched into her best corner chair—stuffed, tufted velvet in tired blue—pullding out a book from her tote. A quiet night's reading before bed was now her ritual, and for tonight, she opened what was familiar and comforting: *The Light Between Oceans*. The book always bore its imprint on her. Loss. Forgiveness. Breaking and binding decisions. She opened to the top of it, and the world disintegrated. Somewhere in the city—several stories above, in a steel and glass building—Julian Blackwood lay in his dark, sleek bedroom, staring at the book she had given him.

My voice is sharp and I watch as she wrenches back in shock before nodding. I sighed staring around me. There were many beautiful women here tonight. I could easily get one of them in my bed. But none was that little blonde temptress that seemed to rile me up. The woman comes back with the drink, her hands brushing purposely against my own as she hands it to me. "If you change your mind, my shift ends in ten minutes. We could go to my place, I promise I'll show you a good time." She whispers coyly. I didn't answer her as I took a swig of my drink, loving the way the liquid burned down my throat.