Trembling Synonym

🔥 Wild Dreams an Erotic Collection ⚠️ EXTREME CAUTION ⚠️ Adults 18+ Only This book contains raw, unfiltered sexual content that may trigger spontaneous arousal, sleepless nights, and an immediate need for privacy. Cold showers not included. Close the door. Lock it. Turn off the lights. Inside these pages, strangers turn into addicts, good girls beg to be ruined, and powerful men fall to their knees for just one taste. Every story is a fevered fantasy made flesh: silk sheets torn by desperate hands, whispered commands that explode into screams, bodies pushed past every limit until the only word left is “again.” You’ve been warned: once you open this book, you won’t stop until you’re trembling, soaked, and utterly spent.

Rain Stanton thought she was mentally prepared, but she couldn’t stop her trembling hands. She took the envelope and opened it. Sitting quietly in the envelope was a Divorce Agreement. Rain felt as if her heart was cut by a blunt knife and asked, “What have I done wrong, Payton? Please give our marriage a chance.” Her husband, Payton Phillips, looked at her coldly and replied, “I have never loved you, Rain. The gentleness and tenderness I gave you were not meant for you. When I was in bed with you, I had Zara in my mind. You are nothing but a substitute. I give you five days to sign the divorce agreement.” Rain was not aware that Payton had a first love, if life had a rewind button….

Sitting in front of my OB-Gyne, I clasped my trembling hands and put them on my lap. She just had a thorough examination on me, and I got scared of what might be the result. I knew there was something wrong with me, but I couldn't point it out. “I have not seen any problem in you except that…” I looked into her eyes, my heart skipping beats. “You might be frigid.” "No," I screamed in my mind. I even love sex. My thoughts then went to that night where I had a sinful indulgence with the man in my dreams. Everything changes after that, including my ideals in life. But that man isn’t my husband now, but my boss.

- Oh yes ... there ... again ... stronger! Saccaded groans resounded through the walls, sneaking like a poison to the ears of Élodie. His breath was cut. Her heart tightened in his chest. No ... not that ... His trembling fingers gently pushed the door ajar in the guest room. And what she saw cut her legs. His fiancé, Victor, naked, in sweat, tackled Isabelle's offered body against the mattress, her hips hammering her basin with frightening brutality. -Damn, you are so good ... he growled, grabbing his sister's hair. Élodie gave her mouth a hand to stifle a cry. His big sister. His landmark. Her lifelong ally. And there, before her eyes, she stole the man she loved to him.

She was supposed to be collateral. Anastasia Volkov, daughter of a bankrupt oligarch, is handed to the city’s most feared pakhan to settle a debt she never agreed to pay. Nikolai Morozov does not take prisoners; he takes everything. One look at the trembling girl in his private box at the opera, and he decides her fear tastes like sin. But Anastasia is not the fragile offering she appears. Beneath silk and submission burns a woman who learns to weaponize desire, who carves her name into his skin with the same blade he presses to her throat. In a world of blood oaths and midnight executions, love is the deadliest betrayal. When the past comes to collect its dues, Anastasia must choose: kneel forever… or cut the king down and wear his crown.

Wet Confessions Thirty Taboo Tales You’ll Never Forget Some secrets are whispered. Some are moaned. And some are written between trembling thighs. From steamy offices and dimly lit confessionals to forbidden bedrooms and midnight rendezvous, Wet Confessions is a raw, unapologetically sexy collection of 30 taboo short stories that explore the desires we hide behind closed doors. Every story is a sin dressed in silk. Every character is someone you shouldn’t want but do. And every ending leaves you aching for more. These are the fantasies you never say out loud. The confessions you’d only whisper in the dark. And the kind of love you’re not supposed to crave. Read if you dare. Want more when you're done.

"Gosh! Adam look!" Jenna shouted, trembling at the test pack in her hand. Adam dashed into the bathroom and grabbed the test pack that was in Jenna's hand. He was immediately stunned. "We're dead!" One year ago Adam and Jenna, who were both threatened with an arranged marriage by their parents, agreed to have a contract marriage when they accidentally met in Europe. 30-year-old Adam, who is a candidate for President Director of a leading property company, is threatened with losing his position if he doesn't get married. And 28-year-old Jenna, who is a freelance writer, is also threatened with being married off to an old businessman because of her father's debt that they can't pay. How will the fake marriage without the love continue? Will it have a happy ending? Or will each of them find love outside of their married life?

My fiancé’s first love Chloe had returned. Rumor had it she’d been overseas, treating some rare disease. I hadn’t believed it—until the day she showed up at my engagement party. And I watched as the man I’d been hopelessly in love with since I was sixteen left our party with her. “Wait for me,” Nathan said, “She is fragile. I need to make sure she is well.” He ignored me, but accompanying her to everywhere. I threw away the rings, trashed the wedding gown. When I was pale and trembling from a heart failure later. Nathan finally showed up. “Don’t you dare die on me, Emily,” His hands were shaking. His voice cracked. “We still have a wedding.”

Sandra Kinsey's dance studio was where she buried her passion. It was also our secret place. No one else was allowed in. No one but me. Until one day, her assistant barged in, using a love for Latin dance as an excuse, and danced with her intimately. Sandra didn't push him away. That was the moment I knew—you can't make someone stay when their heart has already left. I stripped her of her authority, took over the company myself, and gave Sandra all the freedom she could ever ask for. But later, eyes red and voice trembling, she looked at me and demanded to know why. I sat on the couch and glanced at her with indifference. "Freedom," I said, "always comes at a price. Doesn't it?"

My husband's childhood sweetheart is a fake heiress. She and I are abducted at the same time. But when my husband, a doctor, arrives at the scene of the abduction with a medical team, he chooses to save her first. My legs have been broken, and I struggle to stay afloat in the ocean. I'm on the brink of death, and I beg him to save me and the child in my belly. He merely looks at me. Before leaving, he almost generously helps me call 911. Then, he says, "It's disgusting that you're lying about being pregnant just to save yourself. I've repaid you for saving my life—come to the hospital later today to sign the divorce papers." After listening to his words, I remove the hearing aid from my right ear with a trembling hand.