Wet Synonym

"I didn’t know," I said, trying to steady my voice. "And stop throwing it in my face like I planned this. Bella is my best friend. I would never do anything to hurt her or ruin our friendship." He let out a low, dark laugh. "And she has no idea how sweet her best friend tastes when she is soaking wet on my tongue." **** Aria Grace loves to play dangerous games, but nothing prepares her for the fire she feels after her one-night stand with a cold, rich, and unforgettable stranger. She thinks it is just one night until she walks into her best friend’s mansion the next morning and sees him again; Nicholas King is her best friend’s dad. Aria knows she should run far away, but she keeps running back into his arms. But when his hidden life and her mother’s old lies come crashing down, will their dangerous love survive? Author's Warning: This book is sinfully steamy and not for the faint of heart. Expect explicit adult scenes, a forbidden age-gap romance, and a dark, dominant daddy who breaks all the rules. If you're under 18 or easily scandalized, turn back now. For the bold, the curious, and the daring, welcome to your next obsession. 18+ only. Read at your own risk. NOTE: You'll also find other bonus, short stories aside the first story that are strictly 18+ as well, and contain graphic sexual contentl, hardcore sex, stepfather, double penetration, multiple partners, gangbangs, taboo fantasies, and emotional entanglements. If you cannot handle messy emotions, power games, and men who do not play fair, this story is not for you. Proceed with caution. You have been warned.

The BTGs hardly get their feet wet in life as graduates before they are summoned once again for a new case. New love shows up for some. I can't believe what I'm being told. Why am I here? Each character goes through their own growth, but life is never predictable. Why does history repeat itself? Such anger, such hatred, is she really gone? You will have to read it to find out in my latest book.

Sometimes God gave you what you want, sometimes you were born a werewolf rather than some pathetic little human, sometimes you got a chance to become a Human queen and rule both species… And, just like that, sometimes life fucked you up by letting you meet your mate whom you're supposed to reject, sometimes things get even more fucked up when your mate turns out to be a priest, the person who raised you, and sometimes your fucked up mind decided to seduce him. No, the fucked up things didn't stop yet, sometimes that person who always treated you like a child, the person who was not even supposed to touch any woman, responds to your innocent kiss by eating up your wet filthy hole as if his life depended on it as if the world is ending, and he will never get to eat again, and the thing between your thighs seems like the sweetest dessert to him. And finally, sometimes, you forget all the rules, you forget what is right and what is wrong when your miserable heart dares to yearn for someone you weren't even supposed to dream about, a saint. ••• " Remove your clothes, Freya.", he ordered in a low husky voice. But I didn't move...couldn't move as I watched him. His big body leaned over a bundle of dry grass, tight black shirt covered his hard chest, two buttons open, showing his pale white skin, his belt...now opened, slack just down enough for his dick to pop out, thick veiny shaft, wrapped under his slender fingers, its head, red as if his dick was angry. And when I looked up at his face, I couldn't believe he was the same man who raised me!

"What the fuck—” I started. He looked up at me. His lips were wet, swollen. He licked them slowly, like he was savoring the taste. “Keep your hands where I left them,” he said. My jaw clenched. My knuckles went white against the bedsheets. I didn’t speak. I just watched him. He lowered his mouth again, slower this time. His tongue circled the tip, then slid down the side. I felt every second of it. Every inch. He paused halfway down and looked up at me again. “You like this too much.” My throat tightened. I didn’t answer. “Bet you’ve never let anyone make you beg.” *** Callum Kesington isn’t just a billionaire CEO. He doesn’t believe in love. He believes in control and power.But when his estranged brother resurfaces through a cryptic call, dragging him into a trail of files, threats, and old betrayals, everything he's built starts to crack. Remy Beckett, a rising star in the culinary world, is no strang to love but one man has him unraveled. A single dinner at Remy’s restaurant ignites an attraction that shakes Callum’s carefully guarded world. He’s never wanted a man before. Never craved the scrape of stubble against his skin or the heat of rough hands pinning him down. But Remy? He’s all Callum can think about. A shadowy attack leaves Remy bleeding in Callum’s arms, and suddenly, this isn’t about desire. It's about survival. Someone wants Remy dead, and Callum’s brother is at the center of it. Now, Callum must confront the ruthless empire he built, the family who betrayed him, and the truth he’s been denying.

"You taste like my new favorite addiction" He grunted as I broke from the kiss. He then strokes my folds with gentle hands and I get on my tiptoes, chasing the spark of pleasure that spreads between my legs and tightens my belly. He thrusted his fingers in me and I let out a hard wince “You’re soaking wet for me. Your cunt is thrilled for my fingers. Don't fight it, you want me. Don't you?" He whispers as he licks my earlobe and I let out a soft moan. "Don't" I mumbled. I wanted to push him away. This isn't the reason I came back. I hate him or so I thought but still, I shut my eyes as he slammed his lips against mine. * * Three years after she walked out of her marriage, Ophelia returned to New York with a sole purpose in mind, to get revenge on her ex husband. She planned to destroy him and make him suffer for all the pain he caused her. But when she uncovered the truth, and found out exactly what happened, she was even more devastated. She also realized that she still had feelings for him. Will she let go of her past grudge and give their relationship another shot? Or will she stay firm to her plan and get revenge on him for good?

The stable days of famous model Angel Backer begin to crumble when Ian Caccini comes back into her life, bringing with him tornadoes of emotions and dark secrets that could jeopardize the young woman's entire vision of the future. However, she will not be able to resist the unrelenting voluptuousness that the brunette makes her feel, even if the consequences of this are crucial. After all, no future would be interesting with the absence of Ian Caccini's wet kisses.

His hand slid beneath my dress, fingers curling around my thighs with a possessive grip. "I always knew that scumbag couldn't treat you right," he murmured, his voice low and gravelly as his lips traced a slow path from my jaw to my neck. "Still can't figure out what you ever saw in him." I drew in a shaky breath as his hands moved higher, fingertips brushing the band of my panties, sending a jolt of heat through me. "Women like you are prizes, Sienna," he whispered against my lips, the words melting into my skin. My grip on his shirt tightened, knuckles white. "And prizes? They're meant to be fucking claimed. Owned." In the haze of intoxication, Alexander Grayson looked like the most beautiful thing on Earth—or perhaps he really was. "Can... can you make me forget about Ryatt?" I breathed, my voice trembling. A smirk tugged at his lips, dark and predatory, as his hand slid inside my panties, finding the heat of my wet, aching pussy. A soft moan escaped me, and I clung to him, every nerve alight."I'll make you forget about yourself, flower," with that he crushed his lips to mine. *** From the moment I met Alexander Grayson, I despised him with everything I had. But when with fate's cruel sense of humor he forced his way into my life, everything changed. He was everything I loathed—a womanizer, a violent monster, a spoiled heir with an ego larger than life itself. He should have meant nothing to me. Yet, I learned the truth the hard way: nothing about Alexander Grayson was ever simple. Alex dragged me into the hell he'd created, where he sat as the devil on the throne of darkness And the most terrifying part? I didn’t want to….escape.

I never wanted a mate. Not in a world where power meant everything, where the strong ruled and the weak were nothing but pawns. But fate had other plans for me—dark, twisted, and utterly unforgiving. The Alpha King, Lyran, was a legend among werewolves—a beast in battle and an insatiable conqueror in bed. His touch was both a blessing and a curse, The Alpha King, looked into my eyes passionately, Drew me closer by his side, till I get really wet. He began to advance very quickly by dipping his hands into my drilling wet pussy, that made me squirt crazily and hummed without limits. Oh shit, I was his mate, Alpha Lyran, had so many Lycans, and Omegas as his sexual slaves, but his name alone made Luna queens and Omegas drop to their knees. He was ruthless, powerful, and untamed. But he had never met someone like me. For five years, I hid in the shadows, biding my time, sharpening my hatred. My parents were murdered in the brutal war between Lord Nazgus and the sorcerer king, Maharajah. I was only seventeen when everything was taken from me. And now, in the Greko Pack—a kingdom split into seven districts where power decides who lives and who dies—I am nothing more than prey. Until Alpha Lyran claims me. He believes I am just another Omega, a plaything to be used and discarded. He has no idea the monster he has chained to his bed. Because I am no ordinary shifter. I am the last of my kind—the deadliest of them all. A creature feared even in whispered legends. A Wereraven and a Lycan hybrid. And when I rise, not even the Alpha King himself will be able to tame me.

My name is Kemira, and I am an omega. I was blamed for my Luna’s death as a wolf-less pup. My true mate turned out to be the Alpha’s son who rejected me instantly. Now, I am bound to the former Alpha’s sick, twisted games and torture. As penance for my sins. When the Lycan King arrives, he finds me chained and beaten. Though he refuses the bond, he can’t deny our connection. Can he? .... “Oh goddess!” I moan as my heat surges. “What is it? More pain?” He asks as I take his hand, moving it to my pulsating core. I need his touch. “Kemira, I can’t.” He fights his lycan as I grind on his hand in the ice bath. “Please. I need you.” I beg him and his lycan. “Takoa.” His hand slides down my stomach. The coolness contrasts against my burning heat. His fingers slide between my wet folds. Circling my nub. “Yes… goddess, yes!” I moan as his pace quickens. He slides a thick finger inside me. “More. Please.” I moan. He adds a second finger. Feeling my p8ssy stretch. Trying to take him. “You feel so good, baby.” He whispers, stroking me faster. I grip the tub as his free hand massages then squeezes my n9pple. I gasp arching into him. “Takoa!” I moan falling apart. He doesn’t stop until I collapse against him. He pulls his fingers from my core and licks them clean. “So delicious” He whispers.

"You are very wet for me. So wet. Fuck,” He grunted softly. His fingers brushed inside of my thigh, and when he moved to caress the tips around my clit, I couldn’t help the whimpers escaping from the depth of my being. “Soon, baby girl, there won’t be an inch of you that doesn’t belong to me.” ****** Without a doubt, Celia Weaver knew her parents hated her, and that had to be the only reason they treated her like dirt. She sometimes doubted if she was truly her father's. Even before she was born, her fate was already decided. She was collateral for a debt her father owed the Hamiltons, a family known for their cruelty. Her world shattered when a guard walked through the door of her father on her eighteenth birthday, ready to take her away. Bite into this dark, sinful, and delicious love story.