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he ordered me. His own hand started to reach for the shirt he wore, undoing the buttons. I obeyed, stripping fast. Nearly ripping out almost all of my shirt buttons in the process. My shirt was impatiently dragged off my body. I tossed it aside just as his own clothes hit the floor. My eyes fell on his fully exposed broad chest. Dang! I drew in a sharp breath. He had so many thick muscles. Enticing. My eyes dipped lower to his cock which was standing proudly.

I pushed the door inward, my mind already rehearsing the litany of insults and disappointments I was about to unleash. And then I saw her. And every ounce of my anger, every shred of my professional frustration, instantly curdled into something much darker, much more primal. She stood there in the centre of the living room, nude. Completely, utterly, breathtakingly naked. The towel she had presumably just discarded lay draped lazily over the arm of the couch, a forgotten afterthought. Her legs glistened with leftover water from a recent shower, catching the dim light and shimmering like they were polished. Her nipples were hard, tight little buds that seemed to ache for attention, and her th

She couldn't. The book tumbled to the floor as he yanked her thighs apart. No more patience. No more hesitation. Just the raw, desperate heat of her body clenching around him as he fucked her like the illustrations promised—hard, deep, unforgiving. Duy Nam fucked Ánh Nguyệt relentlessly—bent over the bed, her legs hooked over his shoulders, pressed against the wall with her silk robes shoved up around her waist. Every page of that damned book came alive beneath his hands, her moans growing louder, her body slick and swollen with need.

I couldn’t help myself as I was immediately absorbed into the main character’s world. True to his word, it was werewolf erotica. This particular book started with a heated, frantic lovemaking session in a moon-drenched forest to introduce the character’s predicament. Apparently, she’d been caught in her heat by a man who was not her mate. And now, she was pregnant with an illegitimate child.

I can never truly be myself! Selene was sobbing, tears and snot running down her face as she poured out all her bitterness and resentment. Suddenly, she roughly wiped her face, like she'd made up her mind about something. Then, she held the lighter up to the large, leaking gas tank. "From today on, I'm no one's pet! I'll be a true heiress, and you'll all die with me!" With a deafening roar, a tremendous explosion shook the ground, leveling nearly the entire villa district.

His temptation. But maybe… maybe I needed that. Maybe I needed to know that even a man like Adrian, as terrifying, merciless, and drenched in blood and power as he was, a man like him could still be unraveled by me. By this body I’d spent so many moments hating. By this soul he seemed unable to leave untouched. I bit my lip hard, my nails digging into the wet glass as indecision clawed at me. One moment, I resolved not to go. The next, I felt my feet itching to walk, to move, to find him before he slipped away into the shadows again.

Emma woke to sunlight pouring through the flimsy hotel curtains. Her skin was tight with dried salt, her thighs sore, and there was still sand stuck to her knees. She groaned, rolling over in the unfamiliar bed, only to find the space beside her empty. For a second, relief fluttered through her chest. No awkward goodbyes. No lingering strangers. Just a one-night mistake she could tuck away as vacation lore. Then the door clicked, and Liam walked back in—shirtless, barefoot, holding two steaming cups of coffee.

Sienna perched on the edge of her bed with an unsettling look on her face. She seemed to have a lot on her mind at that moment as her eyes looked very distant from immediate reality, like she was staring into space. The sound of the door opening jolted her out of her reverie. She quickly focused on her long-awaited visitor and waited till the door was snapped shut before whispering, "Have you done it?" Zeta nodded, standing only a few feet away from her mistress, "Yes, I burnt it and spread the ashes in the wind. No one saw."

A black wolf's fur scarf was resting on his broad shoulders and his lapel had golden embroidery on it. She never pitied herself, no matter what she went through...but one thing made her pity herself. She engraved his flame tattoo between her chest and he engraved her flame tattoo on his right arm. Their souls were tangled but none of them cared. They were going against fate. "Even after all this I still see no reaction on your face. I must say... you're truly from the liberation front, judging by those green eyes you belong to the scarlet blossom clan." He said, his dark black eyes looking at her from head to toe. He took a step closer to her, they had an arm gap between them. This was the f

He hands me the book and I look it over before opening it. “I think this will be of some help to you, I can help you with focus and direction.” I look at a few pages of the book, it has detailed accounts and explanations on how to fulfil different ‘desires’. It shows intricate symbols, circles and some of the symbols look like they are glowing. “What language is this?” Zylith asks and I look up at her. “What do you mean, it’s English.” Sure some of the words were difficult and new but Zylith was far from dull.