𝐄𝐥𝐢𝐳𝐚 𝐂𝐚𝐦𝐩𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐥 is an innocent, kind, and unshakable girl that is...until 𝐊𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐧 𝐁𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐰𝐨𝐨𝐝; the Star quarterback, he's untouchable, mysterious and the guy she's tutoring that decides he wants her. He watches, waits, and tests her boundaries. Desire turns dangerous, and obsession doesn't play fair between these two ☆ "Did you really think you could keep me away?" He murmurs as his hands close around my wrists, not rough, but firm enough to remind me who's in control. He lifted them above my head, and I kept my eyes on the hallway. "Two weeks no contact, that really hurt me," The grip around my wrists tightened. "You can run all you want, but I will always be right there..." His eyes dropped down my body, while his one free hand dragged down my sides before running across my ribs causing a shiver. "Ten steps ahead ready to snatch you up into the darkness until it consumes you whole" My breath was caught in my throat, I'm scared, really scared because this wasn't the guy I had hung out with. I didn't want to cry or show weakness, but he's really off right now. He leaned into me, close enough to my ear before speaking. "I knew this was coming. It's a pattern with you." I couldn't bring myself to tell him to stop and that I'm scared while the tears streamed down my face. And It was simply because I didn't want him to. "I always get what I want and right now you deserve a punishment for how you talked to me," My teary eyes met his as he tilted his head and slowly shook it. "All I want right now is you bent over my lap; your bare ass up and prepared for me to play with my pussy while your head is in my lap." I tried to blink the tears away as I felt my nipples get hard just from those words and the wetness coming over my body made me feel disgusted with myself. I never wanted something more. ❝Please Killian,❞ said below a whisper, knowing exactly what I was askin

I cupped her face, planting a soft kiss on her beautiful lips. "Don't ever run from me, baby," I said softly, letting my thumb trace her jaw. "I love the chase." Her jaw tightened, her hands coming up to try and move mine. "Stop calling me baby, Ezra," she snapped, eyes flashing. I couldn't help but grin, dropping my voice to something low and dark. "Ohhh, now my baby has a problem with me calling her baby?" She shot me a glare, but I just tucked her hair behind her ear, pressing another kiss to her lips-gentler this time, lingering. "You don't get to tell me what to call you, baby." I leaned in closer, brushing my nose against hers. "You're whatever the fuck I call you."

+18 Igor patted his thigh-slow, deliberate. "Come here," he said, voice thick with amusement. "Sit on my lap. You look tense." Etta stood her ground, she didn't want him to win. His smirk deepened "You want to see what happens when I ask again?" **** When Etta agrees to a spontaneous trip to Russia with her best friend, she expects snow, sightseeing, and maybe a little adventure-not to be hunted down by a brooding, relentless police officer with icy dark grey eyes and a claim that burns. Igor doesn't ask. He takes. And from the moment he sees her... she's his. WARNING: This story contains dark themes, obsession, NASTY sexual scenes, Reader discretion is advised.

I pull my canteen out and take a swig of my hot cider letting it warm my body, but got interrupted by my sister shouting at me over the wind. "Can you take a picture of me? I have to post it to my followers when we get back down the mountain!" I roll my eyes and turn towards her, I don't even have to say anything to her, because she knows i'll always take photos for her as annoying as she may be. I peel off my mittens and feel the harsh wind eat away at my bare fingers. I stuff them in my bag, before I grab her phone and start backing up to get a better angle of her. She stands by the edge of the cliff and poses. I snap a few photos then flip the camera to take a few selfies with her in the background, even with her words of protest. I walk up to her at the edge, feeling the snow crunch under my boots, and hand her phone back. I then swing my rucksack around to the front of me, get on my knees and start to dig around for my mittens. I suddenly feel the ground shake under me. Before I could even stand up fully, the snow under my legs crumble before my eyes. Holy fuck. The snow is coming loose and is avalanching. I already feel my body fall backwards as the ground under me disappears. I look up at my sister whose face has morphed into shock. My body feels as light as a feather. This is the end for me I know it. I brace my self for deadly impact, but it never comes.. A bright light flashes as everything around me goes white. I wake up to be laying in soft snow with my rucksack on top of me. My head spun as I sat up. I look around and all I see are large trees. In fact, these trees look larger than any i've ever seen in my life, which includes the ones on Animal Planet. Where the hell am I? I look up at the sky and I see two suns? Did I get a concussion? No that can't be, i'm not seeing double with trees or my fingers. {Transmigration to Beast Continent successful} {System 002 has now been assigned to you}

"Let me eat this pussy, ma." ♧👻♧

Fate or destiny : Something that was meant to be. Klarity, a fiercely independent and multitalented 27-year-old Black woman, was living a busy yet fulfilling life as a gynecologist, chef, boxer, gardener, and devoted bookworm. With dreams of unwinding during a camping trip with her friends, she had no idea fate had other plans. A sudden storm sweeps her into chaos, and a fatal fall seems to end her story-until she awakens in a world ripped straight from the pages of her favorite fantasy novel,Beast World Diary: Volume one; Only the beginning In this untamed land where men and beasts are one, Klarity discovers she's part of a society where females are rare and fiercely sought after. With little knowledge of her whereabouts but sharp memories of the novel's intricate rules, Klarity realizes her survival hinges on finding mates-strong and capable men who can protect her from the ferals, savage males who abduct and force females into unwanted unions. But Klarity isn't just a damsel in need of saving. Armed with her intelligence, resilience, and skills from her past life, she's determined to rewrite the rules of this savage world. From surviving brutal winters and mastering the art of cooking with scarce resources to teaching others self-defense and fostering real connections with her mates, Klarity is on a mission to thrive, not just survive. She begins assembling a group of powerful, high-ranking males, not just for protection but as partners who respect her goals. Together, they navigate this perilous new reality, building bonds forged in trust, love, and mutual ambition. Along the way, Klarity faces rivals who envy her strength, ferals who threaten her freedom, and her own yearning for the life she left behind. Klarity isn't just surviving-she's transforming the beast world itself. Can she carve out a life of love, power, and purpose, or will this savage realm consume her? Started : Dec,1,2024

"You really think I'm out here giving this dick to anybody else, beautiful?" She swallowed, watching my hands go to my zipper. I smirked, leaning down, dragging my fingers up her thigh, over her soaked panties. "Look at yourself in the mirror, Jade."

BOOK FIVE His spit mixed with my wetness, dripping down my thighs. "Dario-fuck-slow down," I whined, but he didn't. He shoved his tongue inside me, deep, then pulled back just to suck on my clit again. Over and over. Sloppy as hell.

After an accident, Imara, a 28-year-old plus-size black woman, ends up in a strange rainforest world from a bittersweet novel she read. This is a mature book, but the smut isn't the main component of the story or plot.

I froze. A man was slumped against the graffiti-covered brick wall, blood blooming across his side. His white shirt was soaked through, and there was a gun just inches from his open hand. My heart slammed against my ribs. Run, Skye. You should run. But I didn't. Instead, I dropped my bag and took a cautious step closer. His head lifted. Piercing, icy blue eyes met mine, sharp even through the haze of pain. His face was all sharp edges and shadowed scruff, blood trailing from the corner of his mouth. His accent was thick and rough, like broken glass. "Leave." I shook my head slowly. "You're bleeding. Bad." "Not your concern." His voice was lethal, but he flinched hard when he tried to move. "You're gonna die out here," I whispered, kneeling beside him. My hands trembled as I pressed a napkin from my apron against his side. "I'm studying to be a nurse. Let me help." He stared at me like I was something he couldn't comprehend. A stranger. A softness he didn't trust. Then his hand, heavy and warm, clamped around my wrist-not rough, but firm. "What's your name?" he rasped. "...Skye." A beat passed. Then another. "I am Mikhail." His eyes darkened. "And you shouldn't have found me."