❝Read me your favorite pieces of poetry while I please you❞ I feel his hardness grow underneath me and watch as his chest begins to rise and fall. His lips part open with heavy breaths. I begin to unbutton his shirt slowly, kissing down his neck almost in the worse and possible - teasing way. The cross necklace lying there, his holiness slipping away inch by inch as I leave my sins along his untainted skin. "P-Please" The deep vibration I feel against my lips as they stay on his pulse. I smile and lift my head, with one slow grind of my hips. Alessio let's a hot moan fall from lips. His erection grows harder, as well as the pulse of my clit. My pussy directly above him. "Read to me Alessio" - Honey Rose is a eighteen year old nymphomaniac sin, her desire for sexual pleasure and the way words slipped off her tongue easily without regret, get her sent to Hartford Academy. Where studies and religion are the only things allowed to be spoken in the halls. In which a nymph corrupts the innocence of her Dean's Son. Cover by : RoseEmiliaSnape Highest Rankings - #1 in badgirlgoodboy. #1 in nymph. #1 in unholy. #1 in tension. #1 in naughty. #1 in boarding-school. #2 in forbidden. #2 in tutor. #5 in seduction. #6 in unholy. #7 in lust. #10 in innocent. #11 in temptation.

A King... Born in blood and bound by honour A Girl... Shaped by loss and destined for death And A Kingdom... Forged in glory and stained with sin - - - - - - "Hate the sin, love the sinner"

Sword still in her hands, she stomped her foot again. "Why are you smiling?" Brainwashed? Check. Sheltered? Check. Lost and alone? Check and, uh, check. That about summed Megan up. Banished from the heavens-kicked out-same thing-everyone thought for sure that this was it for her. Of course, no one had taken the demon King into account. He shrugged. "Because I'm happy." "Why?" She asked. "Because I find you endearing." "Why?" Desperate? Damn straight. Loved up? Beyond recognition. Prepared to rip anybody and everybody's throat out at any given moment for looking at her wrong? Absolutely. Claudio had waited far too long for his mate. Nothing was getting in the way of their forever. Not life. Not death. Certainly not a war that she'd be heading. "Because I've waited a long time for this. I'm going to explain to you what it means to be a... mate."

"I'm going to catch you up to speed here Eros. We're going to fuck, if that's alright with you." Six hundred years ago, Eros, God of the angels, died a brutal death. Murdered in his own throne room. Scythe to the heart. Twisted. Six hundred years later, the winged man woke up, a shell of the man he used to be. "That's perfectly fine with me." For some god forsaken reason, nobody could see him. Or hear him. It was as though he wasn't there. As if he were still dead. But she could see him. And touch him. And taste him. If he could keep his mind off of her evil lips for long enough, he'd spark a deal. A deal in which she, his sweetest torture, assisted him in his journey back to life. "I thought it might be." Of course, he failed to factor in her separate agenda. MASS DAILY UPDATES

"Why do I want you so bad?" Princess Nazreen had never left her castle. She had no experiences of the world. Hidden away in her shell, she experienced nothing outside of her little box. Until him. "Why can't I get enough of you?" A man with his own agenda. With his own problems. With his old-fashioned ways and ruthless outlook upon the world. "Why do you taste so good?" He didn't intend to get so caught up in her. To lose focus on the mission. But one thing led to another and ... "Why do I feel so good?" There was no going back from this. 3rd Celestials instalment Can be read as a stand alone book.

"You can't stop me from stopping you. Knock me out, Blood Queen, and that's a lot of werewolf to drag back up to your castle." The plan had been simple for Chronos. Find the Queen of the witches, kill the Queen of the witches. He'd end her once and for all. His plans turned to ashes when the Queen went wolf hunting. "Your head isn't the only thing I can explode with blood." "Do your worst, Blood Queen." Annaliese was never going to catch feelings. Not for anyone. Certainly not a dog. And yet- Once you go werewolf... To put an end to a never-ending war, can two enemies find it in themselves to get along? Can be read as a stand alone book.

"I'm not entertaining this anymore." She gave his chest another push. "Your pet's done playing games tonight." "My question," He reminded her. She held up her middle finger. "My answer." Evie Wicker is so done with the supernatural world. Like, 100% done with it. Totally. And she's quite content with her cute little human shop, her good-for-nothing boyfriend and a microwave meal every night. Oh yeah. Evie Wicker swapped out the magic spells and the witchy badassery for takeaway food and the 9 to 5. No regrets? Right... "What do you think you're doing?" Half-dressed, she rose with a tank top in hand. He cursed again at the sight of it. His night was going to be awful. With breasts like that pressed against him, what was a man to do? "I figured since I don't hold a candle to wolfy women, I've got nothing to worry about." He felt a growl building in his throat. "And we both know you're above easy witches." Century after century, Lorcan- King of the werewolves- has been comforted by the promise of her. His mate. He had expectations for greatness. Instead, he got her. Lacking. Why did she have to be a witch? "But you hate the witches." "I don't hate my witch." "You'd stop a war that's twice my age for me?" "Why else?" When he decides he wants her, will she want him back? DAILY UPDATES