Trembling Tongue

His lips brushed my palm and every time his hot breath hit my skin, it set my nerves on fire. “What the—” I whispered, breathless. And then, with deliberate slowness, Sevastian slipped my ring finger into his mouth. My eyes widened in disbelief, my heart hammering against my chest. His teeth scraped my skin before sinking into the flesh, just enough to make me twitch from the sharp pain. I gasped, both from the sting and the bite I got from him. My entire body tensed as he bit down harder, marking me not with ink or metal, but with flesh and teeth. When he finally released my hand, my skin throbbed, the faint mark of his bite was visible against my finger. I cradled my hand, staring in disbelief at the mark he left behind. “This,” Sevastian murmured, his voice low and sharp. “Is my mark and ring.” His tone carried an edge, dangerous yet confident, as if the words were meant to bind me. “The symbol that you are no longer Celestina Valeztina-Savelli.” His lips ghosted over my skin, and my chest tightened as he whispered the next words. “...but Celestina Valeztina-Ortega.” His next words were a soft snarl, dripping with ruthless certainty. “My property, my wife.” He added, while locking his gaze on me. There was no hesitation in his eyes, no flicker of remorse, only that same ruthless determination that chilled me to my core. I tried to pull my hand back, but he didn’t let go. "You’re insane," I whispered, my voice barely audible, trembling despite my best efforts not to show it. “Yes, I’m insane,” he replied with a hint of mischief in his voice, “And I can drive you crazy…” He paused, letting the tension hang in the air.

Find Him “Somebody has taken Eli.” … Olivia’s knees buckled. If not for Dean catching her, she would have hit the floor. Nothing was more torturous than the silence left behind by a missing child. Then the phone rang. Two weeks earlier… “Who is your mom?” Dean asked, wondering if he knew the woman. “Her name is Olivia Reed,” replied Eli. Dynamite just exploded in Dean’s head. The woman he once trusted, the woman who betrayed him, the woman he loved and the one he’d never been able to forget.  … Her betrayal had utterly broken him. *** Olivia - POV  She’d never believed until this moment that she could shoot and kill somebody, but she would have no hesitation if it meant saving her son’s life.  *** … he stood in her doorway, shafts of moonlight filling the room. His gaze found her sitting up in bed. “Olivia, what do you need?” he said softly. “Make love to me, just like you used to.” He’d been her only lover. She wanted to completely surrender to him and alleviate the pain and emptiness that threatened to drag her under. She needed… She wanted… Dean. She pulled her nightie over her head and tossed it across the room. In three long strides, he was next to her bed. Slipping between the sheets, leaving his boxers behind, he immediately drew her into his arms. She gasped at the fiery heat and exquisite joy of her naked skin against his. She nipped at his lips with her teeth. He groaned. Her hands explored and caressed the familiar contours of his muscled back. His sweet kisses kept coming. She murmured a low sound filled with desire, and he deepened the kiss, tasting her sweetness and passion as his tongue explored her mouth… ***

Conned by Francis Slade, I sold my kidney to raise funds for his failed investment. And the house was bought with all my savings. But now, it had become their love nest. "Ms. Lane, you look like you were rolling around in a mud pit. What happened to you?" Whitney Jones smiled smugly. My already injured body trembled with anger when I saw her smug expression. Forcing myself to remain calm, I answered, "This is my home. What are you doing here?" In response, Francis glared at me angrily. "Whitney caught a cold, so I invited her over to take a hot shower. Can't you even tolerate such small acts of kindness?" Whitney had accidentally stepped on blood that was flowing from my leg. She instinctively grabbed Francis out of fear. With a trembling voice, she told him, "Francis, I think she's injured." I knew Francis thought I was just trying to gain his sympathy again. "Alright now, Whitney will be sleeping in your room tonight. Once you're done with the act, go clean yourself up and set up a bed for her." If she was after my room, she could have it. If she was after the man who never loved me, she could have him.

“Afraid now, hmmm?” he asked with a lifted eyebrow. There was a mockery on his, oh so manly and deliciously curved red lips. “No, don't touch me! Remove your filthy hands from me or I will sue you!” she said frantically but all she received as a reply was his laughter. “What kind of crime am I committing now, my pretty soon-to-be stepmom? Tell me.” His voice was as sexy as hell and his lips were just an inch away from her lips. “Err, harassment,” she almost choke with her own saliva as she said so. Her mind was starting to deprive her of good reasons. “Harassment? Haha. No, my dear. There is no harassment for two consenting adults enjoying each other's arms and…” he did not finish his statement as his lips already claimed her lips which were open at the moment, in an attempt to retort to him. Dianthe was shocked to feel his lips graze hers and his tongue inside her mouth exploring therein taking all her sweetness. Just like before, her heart tumbled and her knees weakened, and automatically her arms encircled his neck as support. When his kiss deepened and became more aggressive, Dianthe could not deny anymore that his charm once more captured her innocent heart and her body could not deny the same.

“I might as well join in the fun since you decided to be a whore Athena. I’m going to see for myself just how much he’s taken and have my turn with you. You would like that wouldn’t you?” Next thing I knew, my panties were being torn and his tongue immediately latched onto my exposed core. It was messed up, I was angry with him but I couldn’t push him away, now that I needed to. With his eyes still looking at me, I could swear I could feel him smile when a moan escaped my lips. I couldn’t control the sensations rushing through me. ~~~~~~~~~~~ Nero hates her very existence, she was the one person he had to get rid off. It wasn’t easy since they were married but that doesn’t mean he shouldn't keep trying right? What happens when hate fuel lust? Athena was being punished in every way for something she didn’t do. The man she wanted and fought for was doing all that he could to get rid of her. Dead or Alive, he wanted her gone. Will she survive the Prince’s wrath? Will she also accept his love just when she has given up hope of ever having him as her mate?

Sofia Russo dashed into the elevator, running late for work. But as soon as the doors closed, she found herself face-to-face with the notorious mafia don, Luca Greco. Her heart raced as he pulled her closer, his smoldering gaze sending shivers down her spine. Suddenly, he whispered in her ear, "Two minutes before the elevator stops. Enough time for a quickie." Sofia was taken aback, disgusted by his brazen proposition. She tried to push him away, but he was too powerful. “Disgusting” she blurted. "Sofia Russo," the words rolled off the tongue of the infamous mafia don, Luca Greco, as he pulled her closer, his smoldering gaze locked onto hers. "Ex-husband Tony Moretti. Has a seven-year-old daughter, Isabella." Sofia's heart raced as she realized this man knew more about her than she'd ever imagined. "Give me a chance, sweetheart," Luca demanded, his voice silky smooth. "Let me take care of you and your princess." Sofia was lost in the intensity of his gaze, but she knew better than to fall for a man like him. She'd been burned before and had no intention of repeating the same mistake.

“You’re nothing but a slut to me Audrey,” he growled out, his hand wrapped around my throat, pulling me towards him. “When you get to my brother, you can be all princess, I don’t care. But with me, you’re nothing but a slut. Now..” he paused, grazing his tongue on my ears. “Now get on your knees and please me.” The coldness and hunger in his voice sent Audrey on her knees, dripping with wetness and lust. ************ Audrey, the princess and daughter of the alpha of the Shadenight pack, finds herself in both misery and pleasure when she’s mated to the two brothers of the Nightshade pack. With her heart belonging to Asher, and her body to Alaric, which would prevail, love or lust?

"t-they will k-kill me , pl-please save me . Please" She begged in front of him and almost fell on his knee he kept on Looking at her and inhaling on the cigar for a longer time. Red eyed fixed on her teary ones as he smoked out the nicotine stick . He scoffed at her pathetic state , so weak !! Too much innocent but that's the exact thing he hated the most . He hates weak people . "P-please , I ...I beg y-you" she started sobbing hard Looking down while he throws the cigar on his feet and stepped on it ... "She must be somewhere here , get her" they heard someone , clear as crystal . His eyes looked on the direction , of the source of sound . And her eyes got widen in horror . They are coming to kill her and there will be no one to protect her . "Come on Wifey , isn't this what married couple supposed to do on their wedding night?" Timothy said as his lips were ghosting on her neck . Every inch of her skin were shivering and hands trembling in fear. The fear which she faced years ago , when her dignity were ripping apart . Loud scream , yelling for help , when the monster was biting and feasting her like a meal . Layla tighten her lips and cleanched the bedsheets , Hoping this will end soon . "I never admire your beauty Darling , you're so beautiful . Damn I was blind all the time looking at those whores when I already have the most beautiful girl on earth. Join the journey of Laila Davis and Timothy Salvatore .

This is a modern adaptation of the classic tale "Le Mort d Arthur" also known as"King Arthur and the Knights of the Round Table" told from the point of view of one of the classic villains, Morgana or Morgan Le Fay. In this version, Morgana is the hero, fighting against the forces of Queen Mab, the Evil Faerie Queen of Summer and Light. She has been trapped in a cycle of reincarnation where she has been assassinated before she rises to power as the Queen of Winter and Shadow. It is now 2025. Morgana has been reborn as a biracial woman named Faye Archer. She is living in Oakland (San Francisco East Bay) with her mother Elaine (the Lady of the Lake) and is still recovering from the tragic death of her father. She is a 23 year old college student with striking red hair and violet colored eyes. She and her best friend, Embyr (A no nonsense city girl with a sharp tongue and wit) attend a fancy bonfire party in the Kensington Hills, an exclusive neighborhood above Berkeley. She has a one night stand with a billionaire playboy, the 19 year old Arthur Drake, who happens to be the reincarnation of King Arthur. Shortly after waking up next to him, she discovers that he is her new stepbrother. She slowly starts to develop powers and runs into Devona, or Merlin, who is a beautiful woman that she is oddly attracted to. Devona, Arthur and Faye and Embyr go on several adventures together where they battle deadly monsters (the mysterious horsemen) take on the Queen of Summer, and fight for Avalon and Earth at a terrible cost.

VIOLET They say you have to lose someone to truly find yourself. Well, they were right… Because I never knew what the future held until I lost him. "I want a divorce!" Four years of marriage, four damn years of commitment to Adrian Wolfe, shattered with those three words. And the worst part? He said them because of her, my best friend… his childhood sweetheart. Holding the pregnancy test in my trembling hands, I made a choice. I ran. To his enemy's Pack, where he would never think to find me. But that's where everything began. Where I discovered I’m not just Violet. I’m a force to be reckoned with. Adrian: Peace? I thought peace meant breaking free from a marriage I believed was holding me back. But now my Pack is cursed... And only one woman can break it. My ex-wife.