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💕(Vampire Romance)💕 🌹🌹 Episode one🌹🌹 .. .. ‘1856’ .. .. “They’re here again, Alexa go on hide” Mr Rutherford said to his daughter as swords clashed against sword’s,fangs pierced skins,tears rolled out of innocent eyes as the vampires took charge of the area. There was nothing left than to surrender but Alexa was stubborn and feisty, always trying to make her way in the world.

The whole house was boring and the atmosphere was gloomy, I decided to go into the study, when I was in there with Damon I could recall seeing romance novels on the bookshelf. I am a true lover of romantic novels, they get your spirit high with the sexiness of the male lead and gracefulness of the female but one thing that lacks in all romantic plot is that all are the same, there hasn't been anything new but who cares...... While I checked the bookshelf I notice a couple of erotic novels in there, you should know that I am very happy.

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I placed my face against hers then kissed her cheek, feeling the softness of her skin and inhaling her sweet scent. “I want to make tonight special for you,” I said in her ear and moved my arms downward then held her hips. “I want to worship you tonight. I want to make you feel needed. Tonight is our wedding night, and you deserve one from a fairytale book. I will make you mine tonight. Let us pretend to be lovers for tonight, baby… Let me make love to you.”

And after a small pack on my lips he drives off. Sometimes i wonder if he's scared or something, scared of being too close to me.....we kiss and cuddle but that's it! But for me it's not enough! I want to be swept off my feet and burn down in desire by a real man, not this sweet pack thingy on the cheek or lips, it doesn't even make me feel anything!! But i don't want to break his heard by telling him that he needs to improve his romance skill, especially the kissing part!"

"Do you enjoy being called that way...when you...when you—" "Have sex?" I pursed my lips, nodding. This conversation was strangely awkward. I shouldn't have started it. "I enjoy connecting with my lover, in every way possible. Names, and roles—they're just facets of the intimacy. What matters most is the trust and understanding between the two. The role play was enjoyable, arousing even. I love control. It gives me more pleasure in bed." I felt a warmth spreading through me, replacing the awkwardness with a sense of relief. "Caroline and I had our moments, but they were different. What I want is beyond roles and expectations," he continued, watching me like he wanted to devour me again.

“She’ll probably spend the whole holiday in here if you let her.” I walked the aisles slowly, trailing my fingers over the books. Classics. Thrillers. A whole section of contemporary romance—Mirabel’s doing, mostly. She’d started collecting them in high school, said they were “escapist but smart.” I’d never read them. Too many happy endings. Too much hope wrapped in pretty words. I pulled one down at random. Dark cover, brooding man in a suit, and title written in gold foil: Claimed by the Billionaire. I snorted softly, then slid it back.

Emma asks quietly, in a voice intended only for me to hear. "He doesn't need to. And I plan to keep it that way till the very end." "If there's anything romance novels have taught me, is that if you keep two adults of the opposite sex in the same place for a while under a contract of any sort, something is bound to happen and rules are going to be broken. But... You can try, maybe you'll be the first to not go down that road, who knows?" She says jokingly at first but her gaze soon becomes serious.

Shadow raised her head to smell it, her big brown eyes curious, but upon finding it to be nothing other than frustrating ideas, she resettled. It had seemed so easy at first glance. Audrey and Ray had fallen in love once; I knew they could do it again. I had buzzed through my shift, sprinted home, and hopped on the computer for research. Fast forward two hours and I had no results. Everything I found was either too complex or too reminiscent of “The Parent Trap”. I had no idea how to get these two people to fall in love, let alone how to get them in the same room. My balloon of hope and excitement was quickly deflating, reality a slow leak sinking it. My phone chimed, and the noise startled

“Sinful hour” – the title alone had me hooked from the bookstore shelf. I’d been devouring erotic novels like this for months, escaping into worlds of raw passion and unfiltered lust. Today was no different; I was home alone, the house quiet except for the occasional creak of settling wood. No roommates, no interruptions. Perfect.