"You make me want to keep dancing, even when the music stops." • • • Ever since her father died of a stroke while she was dancing for him, Fiona has been afraid to dance in front of others. She closed up her talent behind locked doors and only dared to dance to the mirror; There was nobody she could hurt when she was alone. So what happens when the mirror suddenly reveals another person that catches her as she's about to lose footage in a pirouette? Someone who dares her to dance with him, to step outside her comfort zone. Life-happy Adam sees a lost but gifted girl, afraid to show her talent. Her life has been standing still for so long, she's turned into a dancer without movement. So what does he make her do? He makes her pirouette.

C O M P L E T E D : 24/02/22 Sienna Callum was popular - scratch that - she was the queen of high school. She had tons of gorgeous friends wishing to be her, smoking hot flings, and an unbelievably trendy fashion sense. But, she needed one more thing. Decent grades to graduate. Roman Lawrence was a nerd - scratch that - THE nerd of high school. Yet, his exceptional intelligence made him stand out among those seeking to learn. He had one problem though, the girl he'd been crushing on since kindergarten didn't like him back. One of the reasons? His lack of experience.... sexually. This isn't boy meets girl. This is mouse meets vixen. This is what happens when these two opposites strike a deal and things get hot. "So, here's my offer: you tutor me in school, and I tutor you in sex." _____ W A R N I N G T H I S S T O R Y C O N T A I N S : ❤︎ sexual/mature content ❤︎ explicit language ❤︎ alcohol consumption ❤︎ mild violence _____ H I G H E S T R A N K I N G S : 1 #virginboy 1 #goodboybadgirl 1 #nerdboy 1 #scandalous 1 #populargirl 1 #tutor 1 #badgirlgoodboy 2 #forbidden 2 #eroticromance 3 #sexy _____ S T A R T E D - 05/03/2021 C O M P L E T E D - 24/02/2022 (word count: 200,000 - 250,000)

[BOOK ONE] [Completed] [Voted #1 Best Action Story in the 2019 Fiction Awards] Liam Luciano is one of the most feared men in all the world. At the young age of 18, he inherited the family name. 10 years later, the Luciano name is well known for its roll in the Mafia; along with two other families: The Costello's and The Corinelli's. But when a 21 year old is put on all three of the families radar, Luciano steps in the way, doing something he had never done before. Protect her. Through their own series of trials and tribulations, they learn how to love and how to trust. But most importantly, they learn that blood does not define family. - © 2015 taintedkissesxo * cover by thelucianoseries on instagram *

In which Milla Rosamund finds herself stuck in quite a compromising position beneath James Potter. - WARNING: This story will contain mature themes, scenes, and language such as profanity, drugs and/or alcohol, and sexual content. #SBRoadTo500k Rankings: #1 in Marauders Fanfiction as of May 12, 2018 #1 in Remus Lupin as of October 28, 2018 #1 in Harry Potter as of October 4, 2018 #1 in James Potter as of May 19, 2019 #1 in Peter Pettigrew as of January 31, 2019 #3 in Sirius Black as of December 5, 2018 #1 in Marauders as of March 17, 2019 Completed as of July 29, 2018

[MATURE CONTENT] His hands trailed lightly across my skin, tender and somewhat cautious. He gave me opportunity to pull away and refuse what he was silently promising with his inferno touches. God, if only he knew the last thing I would do would be to refuse him. "Amara," his tongue seemed to tease my name as it rolled off it, kneading and toying with each syllable. "Do you realise the strain I have to put myself under to be able to look at you without just fucking you senseless on this desk?" My throat was hoarse. I looked at the desk in question, likely in part disbelief and part desire. "But what if someone comes in?" He smirked in amusement, thumb running over my thin blouse. My body reacted immediately: nipple hardening under his touch. He looked down at me, eyes smothered in lust. "Then they'll see what it means for a woman to experience proper, all-consuming, mind-numbing pleasure."

"Why, Alpha?" he had sat down right next to her when he arrived, and now she leaned closer to him so that their lips were only inches apart. He could smell the sweet scent of strawberries and cream that drove him out of his mind whenever she was near. "Why can't someone else have me. To marry. To fuck. To have a dozen babies with. If you've decided you don't want me. Why does it matter what happens to me?" She bit her lower lip slightly as she stared into his eyes. Silas was about to say something, he really believed that he was, but instead he brought his mouth crashing down against her plump, willing red lips, his tongue desperately seeking entrance to her mouth, while one hand tangled in her thick, dark hair and the other gripped her waist tightly. Giving Dahlia up, even for some imagined good, was entirely hopeless. He had spent a week pretending like he didn't need her and now that the illusion was gone and he knew he couldn't wait another moment to have her. "Dahlia, I want to fuck you right here. I need to feel every inch of you and I can't wait another moment." The warm hum of his skin against hers, which felt like pure electricity on his end, was heightened ten fold as they both gave in entirely to the bond. She lay back on her cloak, her legs parting, as she pulled him down on top of her, still fully clothed. She could feel his huge cock through his breeches and she remembered how enormous and thick it had been when she'd caught a glimpse of it before he had shifted into his wolf that night. Just the thought of him pushing his way inside her tight, virgin pussy made her throb with desire. ------ ⚠️THIS STORY HAS EXPLICIT SCENES AND MATURE CONTENT. IT IS NOT ADVISED FOR THOSE YOUNGER THAN 18⚠️

[MATURE CONTENT] "This is so wrong," I mustered the energy to say. "We shouldn't be doi-" my words faltered as my body almost gave out, unable to bear his intoxicating assault on my neck. "You know you want me," he said, drawing his head back up so I could glare into his eyes. "Stop denying yourself." Whilst one hand stayed firm on my hip, forcing my bum into the wall, the other trailed down my side and cupped my warm heat through my leggings. I bit back a moan. His hand ventured back up and I almost let out an embarrassing whine of protest, until they were pulling my shirt up to rest over my boobs. I almost orgasmed right there at the way he was looking at my bare breasts. "Naughty girl," I just heard him mutter through my fogged mind as he took in the sight of me. He bent down until I could feel the warmth of his breath on my skin, eliciting another round of goosebumps. "It's still w-wrong," I said, but this time I could no longer suppress my moan as he took my nipple into his mouth. If it was so wrong, why did it feel so mind-numblingly right?

[MATURE CONTENT] "What if Josiah sees?" I say to him, looking around for a wanderer that could potentially come over to where we were, and then up at the large, towering windows above us. Despite being obscured mostly by an oversized bush, I couldn't help but feel antsy. And that's not just because of the god beside me. His fingers caress my skin. Slow and oh so experienced. His face is so close to me I swear I can make out every hair sprinkling his face, every shallow line, every imperfection he didn't have. That voice brought me out of my thoughts, making my entire body alert to his every move. "Keep another man's name out of your goddamn mouth when I'm inside you." And with that, he drew back and slammed into me, hard.

[MATURE CONTENT] a rumpelstiltskin retelling #1 in the ODD FAIRYTALES series "Do you enjoy torturing me?" He asked on a groan as his hand travelled from my inner thigh to further upwards, finding me sans panties. "Only-" I breathed raggedly as he began tracing my slit with gentle strokes with not enough pressure to relieve me of the burn charging my core. "- when it suits." "Well," he said, finger dipping inside me, making me cling to his shoulders. "For your trouble, I'm about to fuck you so hard they'll write about us." "Like a fairytale?" I asked on a whisper, amusement dancing in my voice as I stared into his glowing golden eyes. "Be careful," he warned, ducking his head until I felt his hair brush my face. His lips were a millimetre from my ear, his breath making something thrum within me. "The ending will make you scream." I didn't doubt that.