Throne Of Glass Series Spicy Chapters Novels & Stories

Sera flew through the midnight sky, looking down on Caleb and Caitlin’s wedding celebration. Down below, she saw hundreds of torches lighting up the night, hundreds of vampires gathered, drinking, dancing, celebrating. She watched it all with a burning rage. In fact, Sera felt more rage than she usually did. Ever since she had mated with Kyle, ever since they had fed on each other and exchanged blood, Sera had felt different, infused with an entirely new energy. Her rage had multiplied to a level beyond which she’d ever known, and she found herself feeling angry about nearly everything. She could feel Kyle’s energy and violence coursing through her, and she felt nearly out of control with ha

I melt into it, opening for his tongue, tasting salt and sweat and the heady flavor of our passion. When he finally breaks the kiss, his eyes are molten. He releases my throat. I fall back to the bed, my face presses into the pillow, ass in the air, thighs still shaking. His hand comes down hard on my right cheek, a sharp, stinging spank that makes me yelp and moan, the pain mixing with pleasure. The sound echoes in the quiet room. He groans low in his throat, then delivers another, harder, on the left. My skin blooms hot and pink under his palm.

No writing, no instructions, just empty parchment. Disappointment crashed over me until I noticed something. In the moonlight filtering through my window, faint silver letters began to appear on the first page, glowing with the same light as my pendant. To my dearest Aria, If you’re reading this, then I am gone, and the time has come for you to know the truth. You are not broken, my sweet girl. You are powerful beyond measure. You are the last surviving heir of the Silvermoon Royal Bloodline. The curse I placed on you was born of love and desperation. I knew they would come for us. I knew we couldn’t escape. So I made you invisible, made you appear so worthless that no one would see the thre

Mirabel’s voice shook as she tried to continue reading, her fingers gripping the divorce papers so tightly the edges crumpled. “‘Section 8… regarding spousal support… the petitioner… demands...’” Riven growled against her ass, his tongue plunging deeper into her tight hole. He ate her with filthy, greedy strokes, long licks, wet circles, and possessive sucks that made her knees buckle. His strong hands kept her cheeks spread wide, completely exposing her as he devoured her most private place.

Heat spreads through my blood, loud and impossible to ignore. Then he lifts me back up. Air rushes into my lungs. I cough and gulp, heart racing. His arms stay locked around me, solid and close. I’m pressed against him, chest to chest, and all I can breathe in is Dominic Vance. Spice. Heat. Bergamot and hot pepper. The scent sinks into me and makes everything worse. The fire in my chest doesn’t calm. It grows. He watches me closely, eyes slow and intent, then drags his tongue over his lips like he’s savoring the moment.

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐓𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐆𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐬 The wind howling off the English Channel was no longer the salt-heavy breeze of the Atlantic. It had become a pressurized roar, vibrating with the hum of a billion microscopic circuits. As Maya stood at the edge of the cliff, the glowing bridge of Sterling platforms pulsed beneath the rhythmic beat of the helicopters overhead. Each platform shimmered with a pale and artificial light, a path of digital breadcrumbs leading straight into the heart of the obsidian spire.

And I pull back from the kiss just enough to look at him. My husband. Those dark eyes on mine. That face. "Finally," I say softly. He laughs. Real and full and reaching all the way to his eyes. "Finally," AUTHOR'S NOTE: THIS WOULD BE THE LAST CHAPTER OF SOFIA AND DANTE, I AM HAPPY TO ANNOUNCE THE NEXT CHAPTERS WOULD BE ABOUT NICO AND VIVIAN A LITTLE SPIN OFF FOR BOTH OF THEM SO IT WOULDN'T BE AS LONG AS DANTE AND SOFIA BOOK. I HOPED Y'ALL ENJOYED 'HIS BUTTERFLY" SND I HOPE YOU WOULD LOVE"HIS SWEETEST ADDICTION" EVEN MORE 🤭

Harper’s gaze fell on his long, pale hands, and a strange flutter rose in her chest. She had always sworn she wasn’t a hand fetishist, yet now… she found herself captivated by his hands. She moved closer, sitting opposite him. Chase looked up, his dark eyes meeting hers. “Come for a drink?” He didn’t comment, only glancing at the bottle in her hand. Seeing his silent consent, Harper poured herself a glass and drank it down. Pff… cough cough! The sip nearly choked her. The liquor burned down her throat, scorching all the way to her stomach!

PROLOGUE TATIANA Death smashed into the back of Adrian’s slick Maserati, demanding our lives. My body jerked forward and the seat belt cut into my chest. My heart jumped, racing as fast as my husband’s driving. “What’s going on?” I whimpered frantically as I glanced over my shoulder. The headlights of a black SUV filled the rear window. Smash. My body jerked forward again. “Adrian!” I screamed. “Gun, get a gun.”

CONTENT WARNING: Explicit consensual sex, spontaneous morning sex, light spanking, multiple orgasms, unprotected creampie, intimate couple dynamic CHAPTER ONE Sunlight streams through the open curtains and casts her in light as he moves towards her, fingers stretched out to cup her face. His lips land on hers like soft pillows, kissing once, twice, thrice before his urgency takes over. The tip of his tongue traces hers and he feels the smile of her against his skin. She tastes the chocolate on his tongue from his tongue, wondering when he had the time to snack when she briefly slipped out of the sheets.