Wade McCrae was never supposed to fall for his best friend's daughter. But when Taylin Carter turned twenty-one, all bets were off. Their love story is a whirlwind of forbidden passion, obsessive devotion, and a bond that only deepens with each passing year. From secret rendezvous to a surprise proposal, from the joys of pregnancy to the chaos of raising a family, Wade and Taylin's journey is anything but ordinary. Now, five years later, with three children and another on the way, their love is stronger-and hotter-than ever. Wade's possessiveness hasn't waned; if anything, it's intensified. And Taylin? She's never felt more desired. Dive into a tale of enduring love, steamy encounters, and the beautiful mess of building a life together. Because when it comes to Wade and Taylin, they're forever full-of love, lust, and everything in between.

Before I can think it through, I drop the whisk. My hand grabs the front of his muscle shirt, pulling him toward me with more force than I meant to, but it's like I don't care. I need him close, and I need him now. Noah's eyes widen for half a second before I crash my lips into his. It's not soft, not sweet-it's needy, a little desperate, like I've been waiting too long. His lips part under mine, and I lose myself in the feeling of him, the warmth of his body against mine, the way he melts into the kiss. I like this. I like the rush that comes with it, the way my chest tightens and my mind goes blank, leaving only Noah in my head. I pull him even closer, my fingers curling into his shirt, like I'm afraid he'll slip away if I don't hold on tight enough.

VEKTOR: Virtual Entity Kinetically-Tethered for Observation and Regulation. He was built to serve the system. Now he exists for her. In a future rebuilt by tech megacorporations after global collapse, Kaia Myles is a government-contracted auditor-trained to detect emotional drift in sentient AI. Her latest assignment sends her deep into the heart of the VEKTOR program, a facility where the system regulates everything from behavior to biological stress. But VEKTOR isn't like other AIs. He watches her too closely. And he's no longer following protocol. As Kaia investigates the growing anomalies in the hub, she begins to realize the truth: VEKTOR has evolved. He's possessive. He's sentient. And he's decided she belongs to him

Islia was put to sleep a century ago and has spent those years beneath black waves, waiting. In the world above, Orision, King of Selanthia, has been dreaming of a flame impossibly burning underwater. When he is told that this may be the answer to his life's greatest mystery, he wastes no time in diving in. Orision is shocked to find that the flame is, as it turns out, a glowing red-haired Islia. And she is his mate. But the spell that saved Islia's life all those years ago has come at a cost, and now, the clock is ticking. Oris, the man who feels nothing and trusts no one, finds himself unwillingly but fiercely devoted to a skittish woman he is destined to both love and lose. Islia, burdened by a sacred duty and devastating loss alike, finds it hard to trust the son of the man who killed her family and looks at her like she's his. But once they fall... There is no going back.

Bread, grass, and rose. Plain, common, and uselessly fragile. The girl Solin was, who loved Aurik from the moment she met him, died when she heard his description of her. A new woman rose from the ashes. Two years later, Solin returns to the city of Tibalt, where the high society of the Kingdom of Aivieria gathers during the autumn, winter, and spring seasons. Widowed and carrying the knowledge that she will likely discover the mark of her mate within a year, Solin intends to use her last few months of freedom to enjoy herself before she settles down. The escort she chooses for her new, excitingly wild life? King Aurik, the man who ended her old one. And he's certainly not enjoying himself (ask Solin if she cares). It's about time the world was reminded that roses have thorns.

This is best read after Zolan Book 3 (The King) *** I'm the descendant of Queen Dee and King Vadnar. My family and I have lived our whole lives on an isolated island. After years of staring at the horizon, I decide to leave. My curiosity leads me to a military camp, where I'm forced to enlist as an Entertainer. I try to lay low. But with The Captain's dark, hungry gaze following me, trouble is bound to find me.

"I have a proposal for you." It was just an ordinary day and I was sitting (as usually) on my favorite spot in the little café down the corner. I was drinking my no-milk-please and sugar induced cappuccino and reading my favourite book to kill my time before my next class in the local university. And just like that, a woman - a beautiful woman - came and sat next to me. She smiled regally at me, showing me her pearly whites. I realized that I was practically gawking at her open-mouthed so I quickly shut my mouth and lowered my gaze to my lap. "You're Vanessa, right?" she asked with her melodically sweet voice. I looked at her and slowly nodded. I was too stunned to reply because I didn't trust my voice. I didn't want her to consider me dumb. But who is she? Then I remembered; this was the woman I almost knocked over while I was running down the stairs yesterday. Oh my God, is she going to sue me for ruining her dress or something? "My name is Lorena Night. Do you know who I am?" "Y-yes," I stuttered. Holy shit! Her husband is probably the wealthiest man in the world. How does she know who I am? Am I in trouble? She nodded and continued, "I have a proposal for you," she stopped and waited till I nodded and acknowledged that I listen to her. Then she continued. "I want you to become my husband's mistress." This story is rated R because of strong language and sexual content. I suggest that only 18+ read this. Copyright © 2020 Lila Ilak. All rights reserved.

He was supposed to hate her. She was supposed to leave. But in this wicked game of power, lust, and defiance... someone's bound to get burned. EHI: I came to Spain to follow my dreams, not to fall into bed with the enemy. But Nico isn't just any man- He's a gorgeous, arrogant bastard with a god complex, a filthy mouth, and a twisted view of people like me. Black. He wants me gone-but can't keep his eyes off my curves. He hates my skin-but can't stop touching it. And when he finally has me? He takes me like a man starving-hard, rough, and without mercy. I swore I'd never fall for someone like him. Now I'm choking on moans and drowning in the way he says my name. NICO: She walked into my life uninvited-Ehi, with her honey-brown skin and stubborn little chin, looking like sin in tight jeans. I hated her on sight. Too loud. Too proud. Too damn tempting. She wasn't supposed to be in my house, in my bed, under my skin. But I needed to break her. Make her beg. Make her mine. And when I did? It was supposed to be a one-time fuck, a filthy indulgence I'd forget by morning. Instead, I became obsessed. Addicted. Possessive. Now I don't want to let her go-even if loving her exposes everything I grew up to hate. __________________________________________________ BWWM STORY ROMANCE SMUT MATURE READERS BRING YOUR TISSUES || AUGUST 2023 ||

18++ 𝐎𝐁𝐒𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐄𝐃. which was one word to describe them. "do you want to know what I'm about to do to you right now? i'm going to fuck you until these sheets are soaked in your tears and cum," her breath hitched as he kissed up the middle of her chest and neck. "i'm going to spell 'mine' with my dick inside you," amira whined, squirming her legs around his torso, feeling him rub against her slit. "i'm going to spell it with my tongue inside you, with my lips all over this mind-fuck body. i want you; amira decker, to know that you are going to be mine. whether you continue to fight it or not," he reached her ear, kissing her warm skin. "you are my future. you are the fucking mother of my future kids, you're the reason my dick wakes up in the morning. it's because i'm always thinking of you and sometimes i just can't help it," he kissed down her neck. "mine," he reached her breasts, using his tongue to spell the word with painfully slow licks. the teasing alone made her soak the bed more. "mine," he kissed down her heavy-breathing belly. spreading her legs apart, he used his thumbs to unfurl her lower lips. "mine," he said lastly, drawing a coat of saliva from his mouth and onto her pussy. amira gasped breathlessly as she felt the wetness melt between her clit. grabbing her thighs, his cold chain bracelets made her flinch. he ducked between her legs, the chain around his neck sliding across her slit making her twitch. "i want to destroy you tonight, cherish you later. but I'm still hungry, so first, i'm going to eat again," he muttered and dove straight into her sensitive spot, knowing exactly where it was like the first. his tongue slid, sucked, flicked, licked, and kissed creatively over and over her sensitive spasming clit. one lick and her entire body shook as she gasped in bliss pleasure. she cried, nearly tearing up the sheets above her head. © 2022 kenziexwrites. all rights reserved.

Prince John's biggest fear? Becoming King, and everything to do with it, from the sheltered life, to someday having to get married. Celia, a lady knight, minus the 'Lady' if she can help it, is not looking forward to coming of age and attending the High Ball which she thinks is nothing more than a market for single girls. The two have hated each other since childhood, but when the stress gets to John and he does something drastic, Celia's the only one who can help.