The Age Of Innocence Audiobook Novels & Stories

Almost innocent but almost cruel. Then turned around. Her back was visible to him now, spine straight, fingers brushing the clasp with maddening slowness. She wasn't really undressing. Her innocence was no longer silent. It unapologetically reached for him... curious, burning, brave. Daniel's breath flared behind her. He squeezed her ass hard, making her gasp. ▪ ▪ ▪ ▪ ▪ ▪

There was nothing for me as they were all non-fiction. "Ahh!..." Finally my gaze fell on the book pride and prejudice. It looked like it was very old among one of the first editions seeing the withered pages. Vintage! I opened the book as the moment I laced my eyes on the first page of the book where it was written Alizey Shah someone's radiating voice echoed in the library as I already knew who it could be. Fahad Shah! His father and sir to me. "You seem quite interested in someone's property."

The rise and fall of his chest against hers halts abruptly. The silence shifts, changing from the heavy satiation of sex to something brittle and dangerous. Her words have struck a chord deep within him, vibrating against a structure he has spent years reinforcing with concrete and steel. He is exposed. The mask of the drunk, the cruel husband, and the domineering master has cracked, and Sahara has slipped inside, touching the raw nerve of the man beneath.

i could say by the look in her eyes she was innocent . "What is your age ?" i asked her i had doubt about her age . "i ... am almost 18 but father said to them that i am 19 and made me look old ." how could he do this ? how can a father give away her daugther like this how ?. "but we gave mony and you know their no way arount it . its. job take it as a job and do it ".

I was not sure about anything, but the condition of the room proved that I had a one-night stand. ‘Though it's not a big deal, but for a person like me, a one-woman man, it's a big matter. But who the hell girl was last night? Nobody was in the room except me and some of her belongings like her stocking, hair clips, etc., which were lying on the floor.’ ‘The bloodstains I found on the white bed sheet that was the proof that it was her first time.’ ‘She was Virgin before and I took her virginity. A pang of guilty appeared in my heart and I can also feel it was a passionate night, but I was not sure that if it was against her will or???’

I run my finger along the binders sighing as I stop on one book getting it out my eyes meet a set of hazel ones on the other side of the bookcase, I clear my throat as I keep walking reading the blurb on the back. "You chose quite a violent book" I hear a deep voice from behind me. I replied "Yeah well it doesn't hurt to read a bit of violence," I say as my eyes trailed up along his masculine torso. "Have I seen you before?" I asked He smiles "I'm on the college campus," He replied "My name is Roselle..." I introduce myself He puts his Shakespeare book on the table "Jace It's nice to meet you.." he replied shaking my hand sparks shooting up my arms.

Damn it. I called up social media and checked out the book groups I was a member of. I asked for dirty age gap recommendations in an anonymous post, and the advice came flooding in from loads of filthy romance bookworms. The list was incredible. My ears were already desperate for the audio. I typed out thank yous and added books to my playlist at lightning speed, setting one up right away. I couldn’t help myself.

The innocent contact caused an intense rush of euphoria to crash over him, subduing his senses. He firmly held Sera down by the waist and straddled her legs. Overwhelmed with need that only she could stir inside him, he began dropping hungry, wet kisses from her nape to the small of her back, his metallic chain dragging along. The realisation was profound and loud. He could never get enough, could never stop desiring her.

After that, I crouched down to his level and whispered," You have done the biggest mistake of your life calling my sister by dirty names. I will not spare you." Hearing me he stood up from his position and going to say something when we both heard a sweet melodious voice. The voice said," Adeel Bhaiya." We both turned at the voice's direction and I found a beautiful teenage girl.  Her age would be 17 or 18. Not more than that. She is wearing a maroon colour salwar suit and her honey brown colour hairs are open. Her oval-shaped face and brown doe-like eyes are complimenting her pale smooth and glossy skin. I have to admit that she is the most beautiful girl I have ever seen in my life.

The shock faded, replaced by cold anger that settled in my chest like ice. "Let me make sure I understand correctly," I said slowly, keeping my voice dangerously calm. "You're accusing me of having inappropriate intentions toward a fifteen-year-old boy? Because he brought me a book I asked about?" "I know your type. You married a man thirteen years older than you without batting an eye. Who's to say you wouldn't go the other direction as well? Age clearly doesn't matter to you." "That is the most ridiculous thing I've ever heard."