Thrilling Books Novels & Stories

The thrusting of Rome's fingers began softly but progressively increased until he began to draw his fingers up and down quickly, causing Channy to go insane with delight. "Ohh God, Ohhh! Rome, Rome, Rome!" She groaned incessantly as Rome's hand strove his fingers up and down into her. The way he moved his hand and fingers stimulated her clitoris, amplifying her sensation. The seductive sound his hand makes is also pushing her over the edge. "Ahh!" When she finally reached the peak, she moaned loudly, and her thighs trembled. Channy was taking a breather. Her legs were still trembling from the intense orgasm she had just had. She opened her eyes, which she had previously closed while enjoying

They or we? The other party that threw our world into chaos was the self-proclaimed animal welfare organization Live for Animals. In an act of charity they broke into Doctor Christopher Krynick's research laboratory to bring the animals to safety. Unfortunately they had no idea what was going on and a well-meaning rescue operation turned into a global catastrophe. The proles first killed their rescuers and then escaped from the research facility to bring a plague of unprecedented proportions to the world. When a hand came to rest on my shoulder and slowly brushed the back of my neck, I tried to ignore the tingling sensation. "You can leave that nice. I'm still mad at you. "

She couldn't resist the temptation and slowly opened the creaky lid. Inside the chest, she discovered a collection of journals, each filled with faded ink and delicate handwriting. The journals were filled with accounts of daring expeditions to far-off lands, encounters with mythical creatures, and tales of hidden treasures. They painted a vivid picture of Killian's past adventures, and Tiffany was captivated by the stories they held. Unable to resist, she chose one journal and began to read. As she delved deeper into the pages, Tiffany felt an inexplicable connection to the tales. The words seemed to come alive, transporting her to distant lands and igniting a longing for her own adventures

Her hips were pulled up off the mattress, and her thighs were shaking around him as he moved inside her—slow at first, exploring her, learning her rhythm, her breath, and the way she gasped when his thumb found her clit. “You feel incredible,” he murmured, kissing her neck. “So damn warm.” “Please don’t stop,” she whispered, her voice trembling. He didn’t. His fingers curled just right, stroking the sensitive spot that is deep inside her while his thumb circled her clit in slow, and devastating patterns. Emily clung to him, her nails digging into his skin, breath ragged and uneven. “I can’t—” she gasped. “I’m… I’m already—”

Rosy fell backwards into the bed, collapsing spread-eagled on the bed, tears already welling up in her eyes. I wonder how Luca is. She thought absentmindedly to herself. Her outstretched fingers grazed something, and she looked at it to see what it was. A book. That wasn’t there before, she thought, sitting up and retrieving the book from between the throw pillows. The book in her hands, she flipped through its yellowish pages, shocked to discover it was the children's book she had with her when she was dumped on the orphanage steps. It wasn't just a copy, it was exactly the same.

They were both impressed that I have already published a half dozen books that have been fairly successful. “I love the Erotic Wizard book you wrote,” Fiona purred. It amazed me that she had already read one of my books. “I get aroused every time I think about those steamy sex scenes you described,” she announced openly. There was a short silence that followed and Franny was grinning broadly when I glanced over at her.

he rasped against my ear, the word vibrating through my skin. Then he drove his cock into my pussy with a single brutal thrust, burying himself deep inside me. My walls instantly clenched around him, and a whimper escaped my lips. “Oh… fuck,” I breathed out, my voice breaking on the words as I bit down hard on my lower lip. It was the only way to ground myself. My hands were bound, my vision swallowed by darkness, leaving me with nothing but sensation. I couldn’t move. Couldn’t see. Just feel. And it was overwhelming in the most unsettling, addictive way.

My library professor whose deep commanding voice made my thighs clench during lectures. The man I’d fantasized about bending me over these very tables and fucking me senseless until I can’t remember my name. I opened the book, and the dedication page read: For those who crave quiet darkness.” My breath hitched. I flipped to the next page and started reading. “She knelt before him in the silence of stacks, skirts pushed high, panties already soaked. “Read it out,” He ordered. “Every filthy word, while I taste how wet you’ve become for me.”

Shrewsbury The Third Twin: A Dark Psychological Thriller by Darren Speegle Aletheia: A Supernatural Thriller by J.S. Breukelaar Where the Dead Go to Die by Mark Allan Gunnells and Aaron Dries Sarah Killian: Serial Killer (For Hire!) by Mark Sheldon The Final Cut by Jasper Bark Blackwater Val by William Gorman Pretty Little Dead Girls: A Novel of Murder and Whimsy by Mercedes M. Yardley Nameless: The Darkness Comes by Mercedes M. Yardley

She tastes sweet and tangy like my favorite tart, and I focus on that little button between the delicate ruffles of flesh that I so badly want to be buried in. “Arson!” She sounds stunned, but relaxes as I bear down on her clit, teasing the spot as I hold her hostage, breathing in the scent of her and tasting her juices. She lets out a deep, guttural moan, and I feel her body pulsing with pleasure as an orgasm rips through her core. I slowly let her relax down onto the bed, easing up pressure so I don’t hurt her, until she’s flat and I bite her bare buttocks. She yelps, then laughs, turning to look at me over her shoulder.