Zane Woods is the NHL's hottest star-and a virgin. Not by accident. He's saving himself for the real thing. No games. No puck bunnies. Just something real. Julia Starnes is loud, wild, and impossible to ignore. The total opposite of Zane-and exactly who ends up fake-kissing him at a charity event. Now she's set on cracking his icy shell, and he's trying (and failing) to keep his walls up. But Zane's hiding more than just inexperience. A disgraced brother. A team scandal. And a past that just hit the ice under a fake name. She's the chaos he never saw coming. He's the secret she never expected. Game on. [18+ Mature Audiences Only] [Smut Warning: Starts Chapter 31 and + ]

She ran away from home with nothing but a broken heart and a car that barely made it. One fight, one night, one decision...and everything changed. Desperate for somewhere to stay, Avery answered an ad for a room and ended up moving in with Rhett...a tattooed, cold, pro hockey captain who thrives on control, discipline, and dominance both on and off the ice. Commitment isn't in his vocabulary. Neither are second chances. He's chaos in skates and trouble in leather jackets, sharp edges wrapped in muscle and attitude, and he makes it painfully clear that he doesn't want her in his space, in his routine, in his carefully controlled world. They clash from the start. Power against defiance. Fire against gasoline. Too similar. Too stubborn. Too damaged in different ways. She's soft, but not weak. A good girl who knows how to party, dance, and forget the world when the music gets loud enough. He's adrenaline and aggression, fueled by late-night games, bruised knuckles, and a hunger for control that doesn't turn off when the crowd goes home. Closed off. Possessive. Allergic to feelings. Living together becomes a dangerous game of boundaries, tension, and lingering looks that last a second too long. Every shared space feels like a challenge. Every accidental touch feels like a dare. Neither of them are willing to admit that the pull between them burns hotter than any fight on the ice...or that surrendering might be the one thing Rhett fears more than losing. But the past doesn't stay buried forever. Her mother returns to haunt her, reopening old wounds. And just when Avery starts to feel safe...just when it starts to feel real...Rhett does what he does best. He runs. Because falling is easy...but staying is the dangerous part. Warning: May contain profanity and sexual content.

'I can't wait to grab those tits while you're choking on my cock,' he says, and fuck, my clit pulsed. What the fuck? this shit is turning me on. 'Really? You think you can handle it?' I tease, running my hand over my covered nipple. He doesn't answer. Instead, he pulls the fabric away from my clothed breasts. The air kisses my nipples, and they perk up immediately. 'Anisa is going to love that,' I say, even though I desperately need his cock in my mouth, but he needed to make that move. 'I don't want to hear that name. Just the sound of your stifled moans as I hit the back of your throat.' With that, he softly grabbed my hair and pushed my face closer. ──── ୨୧ ──── Leila Rowan thought she had everything until her not so perfect boyfriend, Andrew, betrayed her with her best friend -Anisa and then blackmailed her into silence. Fueled with anger, Nate Voss appears, Andrew's quiet, invisible brother, the glass child no one ever notices-offering her a way out. A plan: revenge. Leila thought she hated Andrew most of all... until she realized Nate's hatred for his brother runs deeper. Nate will steal Anisa from Andrew; Leila will train to beat him at the NASA-level physics contest - together they'll reclaim what Andrew thinks is his. But there's a catch. Nate has never been the guy who knows what to say, how to touch-or how to fuck. To win this game, he needs Leila to teach him how to dirty talk, how to touch a woman so good. He has the looks sure, but does he have the will? And somewhere between lust lessons and stolen touches, revenge stops being the only risky thing on the table. Because Nate isn't just Andrew's brother anymore-he's the one who could ruin her heart... or save it. 𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐆𝐄𝐑/𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐄 : ❥ mature/sexual themes/smut ❥ alcohol references ❥ language ❥ tension Started- August 7th, Finished August 17th

I climb over the fence and find Elias sitting against it. "Hand It over." I say to Elias as I sit beside him, he raises a brow up at me. "Hand what over?" He gives off a playful smile. "That." He looks down at the blunt in his hand making him give a wider grin. "Why?" Elias says back, I ignore him taking his hand that held the blunt. Placing it in my mouth, Elias looks at me admiring. "Love? I thought you didn't smoke?" I stare back at him. "Well I do now." He laughs moving some of my hair to the side. "What has my angel turned into?" I shrug my shoulders. "I don't know what has your angel turn into?" I say as I place a hand on his face gently caressing it. #1 in butterfly 04/12/24 #1 in Chanel 04/12/24 #1 in Lighthearted 02/9/26

❝He's looking at me with wide eyes, flushed face and body completely tense, as he puts his hands in front of him and crawls to the spot I pointed at. I put my boot clad foot on his shoulder to stop his movements, then plant it back on the floor. "Kiss it."❞ 𝐇𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐚 𝐌𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐢 is the leader of the dangerous Profati mafia, 𝐍𝐞𝐯𝐚𝐧 𝐖𝐚𝐥𝐬𝐡 is a shy teacher who finds himself desperate to escape the claws of his deranged family. When she abducts her childhood best friend from his wedding, Nevan's foolish enough to think being her captive is her way of protecting him. But Helena has much more sadistic purposes for him. And she knows just how to make him vow himself to her unaware of what truly awaits. Enter a world of reckless vows and binding chains with this extraordinary duo in 𝘚𝘵𝘰𝘭𝘦𝘯 𝘝𝘰𝘸𝘴 by AddieBookss ─── ❦ ─── ♤ Dual POV ♤ Bad girl × Good boy ♤ Reverse Dark Romance ♤ Mild BDSM ─── ❦ ─── Highest ranks: #1 Good boy #1 Girlboss #1 Masochism #1 Shy boy #1 Opposites Attract #1 Bad girl Good boy #2 Childhood friends #2 Bdsm relationship

Luken Hunt is a virgin. A 23 year-old, NHL-playing, star-forward virgin. He's spent years dodging the post-game parties, the groupies, the endless opportunities that come with being a pro athlete. He's too focused on hockey, too awkward, too... completely out of his depth when it comes to women. Then Brooklyn Launder walks into his life. Sharp, stunning, and absolutely off-limits, she's the sports reporter who's seen it all-cocky athletes, bad pickup lines, and men who think they can charm their way into her life. But Luken? He's different. And when a flustered interview of his goes viral, turning the league's most unapproachable player into everyone's favorite bashful hockey heartthrob, Brooklyn finds herself just as intrigued as the rest of the internet. So when he confesses he's never even been kissed properly, Brooklyn makes a proposition-a few lessons. Just to help him out. A kiss here, a little guidance there. Nothing serious. Until the first lesson turns into two. Then three. And suddenly, Luken is learning fast-not just how to kiss, but how to touch, tease, and drive Brooklyn absolutely insane. But with the media watching, a locker room full of relentless teammates, and a career that demands all of him, Luken has to decide if he's ready to risk it all-for the one thing he's never had. A slow-burn, forbidden, scorching-hot hockey romance where the shy, virgin hockey star gets the ultimate education-and the woman he never saw coming. 𓅷 [SMUT Warning] [18+ Mature Audiences] Don't copy my work I will find you 🔪 4/14/25 1 in #sports 1 in friendswithbenefits 1 in hockey 1 in badgirlgoodboy 1 in nhlhockey 1 in nhlfanficton

He kisses the corner of my lips one final time before pulling away, forcing my eyes to fly wide in irritation as I see the wicked yet beautiful smirk on his lips. "You can't tease me like that and not continue what you were about to start." I say boldly as I study his face as the light shines brilliantly above us like a casting spell, as though it recognises that this is a magical time between us. He teases, "And what was I about to start, Mila?" I can see what he wants in his hazel eyes, as they have a cast of lust in them, and I'm sure he can see it in mine. He is well aware of what he is doing to me and my body, as well as my want and need for more. . . . 𝐌𝐢𝐥𝐚 𝐁𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐯 She's lived her whole life trapped behind a wall of insecurities. She doesn't remember what it's like to be loved by a family. She's as innocent, naive, caring, smart and beautiful as someone can be. Her only fear being life. She's never known what it's like to be attracted to someone. Something that made her question her sexual identity multiple times. Wondering why she doesn't feel anything for any female or male. That is until she meets them. 𝐇𝐞𝐫 𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐥 𝐦𝐞𝐧. #1 - men #1 - rough #10 - bi-sexual #11 - mature #40 - reverseharem #52 - innocent #158 - mafia Started - 01 May 2022 Finished- 02 September 2022 Cover idea & pins - @eroticdesires

'You see this hair? You can't imagine how many times I've imagined it wrapped in my fists while I fuck your tight, sweet pussy,' he stated, his voice deep and inviting. And gosh, if words could fuck, I'd have an orgasm right now. My breath hitched, and I could feel my chest rising up and down. God, so he thinks of fucking me too? My cheeks reddened as I imagined him pounding into me. 'Do you want me to fuck you, hm?' he asked, his hands twirling my hair, then moving to the curve of my ass. ──── ୨୧ ──── He watches her like a sinner craving salvation- but there's nothing innocent about what he wants. Niccolò Romano isn't her brother. Not by blood. Not by law. But sharing a house with your childhood best friend turned cold, silent, six-foot-something heartthrob? That's dangerous. Lenora walks around in tiny shorts and soft tank tops, driving him crazy-and maybe she knows. Maybe she wants him to snap. And when he does, it's not sweet. It's intense. Possessive. Obsessive. He shows up in her room at midnight, voice low, jaw tight, telling her no one gets to touch her, look at her, or even think about her. Because she's his. And he doesn't care who finds out-parents, campus, or the entire world. Off-limits? Too late. Forbidden? Way past that. Once Niccolò lays his hands on her, there's no undoing it. No hiding it. No going back. She was never his to want- but now that he's had a taste, He'll ruin everything just to keep her. Living under the same roof, Lenora must decide if she can resist Niccolò's pull-or surrender to the past and passion that bind them. 𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐆𝐄𝐑/𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐄 : ❥ mature/sexual themes/smut ❥ alcohol references ❥ language ❥ mild violence ❥ obsession ❥ tension started- May 1st , Finished June 11th Copyright all rights reserved

What she'd look like without that shirt. What she'd sound like if I kissed the corner of her throat and whispered her name there. What she'd do if I pinned her against the counter and made her say please. What she'd do if I- "Dominic?" • "I stayed up late, trying to get good at maths... just so I could be someone you'd respect. Someone you might someday look at and see more. Someone who could belong in your world." "I didn't want your money. Or your praise. I just..." my throat tightened, "I just wanted you to see me. Not Tristan's sister. Not a kid." Just Elena. • Elena Evelyn Grantt has spent years pretending. Pretending she didn't love him, pretending she could move on, and pretending it didn't matter that he never saw her that way. To Carl Dominic Enzo, she was only his best friend's little sister. But when Dominic returns, everything begins to shift. Older now and harder to ignore, he still calls her "little sister" and still treats her like family, yet his eyes linger longer than they should and the tension between them grows harder to resist. She was never meant to love him. He was never supposed to want her. But some lines are meant to be crossed...

Book 3 of New York series (Does not need to be read as a series) His hand travelled further up my thigh causing my skirt to move along with it. I bit my lip even harder. "Now Adalyn ,if I do this, there's no escaping me. You're mine after. No one else. Only mine. Meaning no other man or woman will ever touch you like I do. Never. Only me. Do you understand?" I brought my eyes up to his and nodded my head. He squeezed my upper thigh and I let my lip go to gasp. "Use your words my sweet girl. Do you understand?" My breaths came out hard and heavy. My chest heaved up and down rapidly. "I understand Axel. I understand." His smirk deepened. A loud moan escaped my mouth and I arched my back off the bed at the feeling of his warm hand suddenly cupping my flower. "Good girl. My good girl." He huskily whispered in my ear. ****** A shy, harmless girl with a deep past meets a man she doesn't recognise. The pull she feels towards him is indescribable. A well-known, ruthless CEO that has had a life of gold casts his eyes on a girl that instantly enraptures his attention. #32 business #13 soft #46 cute #443 love #1 quiet #3 kinky #1 soulmates #2 shy #3 beautiful Cover made by @AnonymousssN