Tempted House Of Night Book 소설 & 이야기

Book 1: Daddy’s Bestfriend. Mark Reynolds has wanted Lena for years. Her father’s best friend, freshly divorced and now living in their house, he’s impossible to ignore. Every glance sparks desire she shouldn’t feel. Her best friend envies her. His ex-wife plots, and every risk is hotter than the last—can Lena survive the fire she can’t resist? LENA POV “Fuuuck—ohhh!” I moaned, my back arched against the sheets, fingers slippery as they circled my clit, the vibrator thrumming between my thighs. My free hand pinched a nipple through my thin tank, my breath coming in ragged gasps, the whole bed shaking with my movements.

Her eyes scoured through each and every word, breath slow as she pictured what each scene looked like. “You are mine, Evelyn. Every last inch of you. And I’ll make sure I go so deep, that it’s basically imprinted in your mind.” She pressed her thighs together, feeling a wave of heat run right straight to her core. She couldn’t get all horny now. Not when it was a public setting. They’re definitely going to go at it hard, she thought to herself as she flipped the next page. She’d gone through a major part of the book now and there were only a few pages left. Now if she could just get to her last class—

I was just making tea. He stepped closer, crouching to help, his arm brushing mine. The scent of his soap, clean, masculine hit me like a wave. Our fingers touched over a piece of porcelain, and electricity shot straight to my pussy, making it throb. I yanked back, but he held on, his grip firm. 'You okay?' he asked, concern mixing with something darker in his tone. I nodded, but my mind raced. Katrina was still asleep upstairs, the house silent except for our breathing. Why did he have to look like that? Like every forbidden fantasy I'd buried deep.

I could see the satisfaction in his eyes as he swallowed every last bit, a look of pure triumph on his face. “You taste like temptation wrapped in sin,” he breathed, his expression hardening. He grabbed my hand and swept the documents off his desk. “Lean over. Raise your hips,” he breathed, rough and hungry, like a predator tasting forbidden prey. “I want to see every inch… what I’ve bought… what I’ll never let anyone else have.” I obeyed, my heart thudding against the wood of the desk. I heard the rasp of his zipper, the heavy thud of his belt hitting the floor.

Elena’s back hit the silk sheets with a gasp that echoed through the penthouse suite. Las Vegas lights bled red and gold through the floor-to-ceiling windows, painting their naked bodies in flickering neon. Damian Holt loomed over her, six-foot-four of raw power and expensive cologne. His dark eyes burned as he pinned her wrists above her head with one large hand. “Five minutes ago you were telling me you never do this,” he growled, voice rough with lust. “Now look at you. Spread open and dripping for a stranger.”

**Lust's Asylum: Twisted Confessions** **Story 8: Queen of the Pack** **Chapter 2** The full moon still hung high as the ritual continued deep into the night. Selene lay on the moss-covered stone altar, legs spread wide, body glistening with sweat and the cum of three powerful alphas. Her pussy and ass were red, swollen, and leaking thick rivers of seed. Her breasts were marked with bites and handprints. She had never felt so thoroughly used… or so powerfully alive.

With effortless strength, he lifted me onto the polished surface, shoving aside a stack of leather-bound books and papers that had scattered across the floor with soft thuds. His hands roamed greedily, sliding up my thighs, pushing the hem of my short dress higher, palming my breast, pinching my hard nipples through the thin fabric of my bra until my nipples ached, then sliding between my thighs, he pushed my soaked lace thong aside and plunged two thick fingers straight into my cunt. “Fuck,” he muttered against my neck, his breath hot as he nipped at my skin. “Soaking my hand like a desperate little whore already. This pussy is dripping for Daddy, isn’t it?’

“And you gave in. But you’re about to be my mom’s husband. This has to stop. Please…make it easier for me.” Her words were desperate, but her trembling lips and flushed neck betrayed her. She wanted me. Maybe more than she feared me. Before I could close the distance between us, she spun and rushed out, the sound of her hurried steps echoing down the hall. I stood frozen, chest heaving, cock still straining against the thin fabric. “Fuck,” I groaned, dragging a hand through my wet hair. “This is so messed up.” But no matter how much I tried to convince myself, I knew the truth: I was hooked. Cassie wasn’t just temptation, she was an addiction. And resisting her? That was a battle

Story:5 Title: Summer Heat Jasmine returns to her small hometown to stay with her older brother for the summer, only to find his best friend, Theo, now a chiseled firefighter living next door. Late-night swims, shared drinks, and stolen glances turn into a slow-burn attraction. But giving in to temptation could ruin everything. The taboo of desire builds until they can no longer hold back, leading to a sensual awaken that neither expected. ——- The heat hit Jasmine before she even got out of the car.