1723 he lifts my dress and can't help but grab both sides of my ass with his big strong hands. internally groaning at the sight. I was begging for him to mark me and make me his. he pulls my panties down and fall to my ankles. my dripping heat is on display for him. only him. he picks me up and places me on his desk taking his time to push my legs open and slide a hand in between. he places gentle kisses on my neck while his other hand starts to rub on my clit I gasp throwing my head back in the process, giving him more access to my neck. his mouth starts to trail down my body getting lower and lower with each kiss. he grips my thighs tightly as his head dipped between my legs. I feel his thick tongue dip inside of me next, every moan that left my lips was all for him and that very thought made me wetter he then managed to wrap one of his hands around my neck, his face never leaving from in between my legs but instead going deeper. my moans got louder as his grip on my neck got tighter, but he then stopped and pulled away I groaned in protest. he stood back up and got in my ear "what are you thinking about Elizabeth" *slow burn*

She was the undesired outcast, who stood out, yet simultaneously blended effortlessly into the background. I could see the panic in her glassy brown eyes as she prayed her way through the crowded hallways. She'd tightly clutch that cross around her neck, full lips whispering, asking her God to spare her from their scornful glares, hateful comments, and the occasional rough-up. Silly girl. Did she not know that he was not listening and he would never save her? Like Jesus, she was the sacrificial lamb. The anxiety-riddled girl would burst through the doors of the school's library with her chest heaving, heart racing, and sweat dripping from her temples. I'd watch her from the shadows as she stored her items behind the check-out counter, preparing for her free period she spent assisting the school librarian. I clenched my teeth, watching her wheel a cart of books throughout the aisles as she cheerfully hummed her Sunday hymnals. She wore a green and blue pinafore dress that fell mid-calf on her shapely body. She attempted to hide that body from me with oversized clothes, but you could never outfox a fox. They spoke pure blasphemy when they labeled her undesirable because I desired Jezebel Holmes in the worst way. Those opaque white stockings our classmates teased her for wearing did nothing but spur countless hours of fantasies. I'd dream about ripping her tights apart, right at her center, revealing her virginal cotton white panties covering her untouched paradise. I'd yank them to the side and taste her fear in her cum. Her stockings would find themselves strangling her neck while I fucked a believer out of her. I would be the one she'd pray to absolve her of her sins. I would be the one she would seek protection from. I would be her guiding light. I would be her God. #1 in Dark Romance #1 in Tainted Love #1 in Preacher's Daughter 1st Place in General Category - Hearts Award

"-and then the professor said..." Amara's voice trailed off as she noticed Yakov's intense gaze. "What?" He didn't respond, his eyes darkening as he stepped closer to her. The air between them grew thick, charged with an electricity that made Amara's breath hitch. She stopped walking, her heart pounding in her chest. "Yakov?" she whispered, her voice trembling. He closed the distance between them, his hand brushing against her cheek. His touch was firm, almost possessive, and she froze. His thumb traced the curve of her lower lip, and she felt a shiver run down her spine. "You talk too much," he murmured, his voice low and rough. Before she could respond, he dipped his head and captured her lips in a kiss. It wasn't gentle or tentative-it was rough, demanding, and full of hunger. His hand slid to the back of her neck, holding her in place as he deepened the kiss. Amara gasped, her hands instinctively gripping his shirt for balance.

The beautiful hopeless romantic Sarai (Sah-rye) Shaw is over the moon about her upcoming nuptials to the man of her dreams. She has an unpleasant encounter with a ruthless biker gang, Hell's Monarch. Shane Ross is the merciless leader who always takes what he wants. Unfortunately for Sarai...Shane wanting her brings more trouble than expected.

Harmony Jordan is a sweet-natured, carefree sophomore with a heart too big for her own good. At twenty years old, she's just trying to survive college, keep her grades up, and avoid the chaos that seems to follow her two best friends. But one rainy morning changes everything. While taking an unfamiliar shortcut through the woods, Harmony stumbles upon a wounded man-tall, terrifying, and barely conscious. Against every instinct, she helps him. Nurses him. Hides him. And unknowingly brings a monster into her home. Eros Varric is no ordinary man. He's the last surviving Lycan King, feared for centuries, lost to time and legend. Cold, merciless, and shaped by war, he awakens in the care of a fragile human girl... and realizes something that shatters his world: She's his mate. Bound by fate and ancient magic, Harmony is everything Eros never wanted-but everything his soul craves. As he heals, danger stirs. Old enemies resurface. And the quiet life Harmony once knew is swallowed whole by a world of secrets, pack politics, and creatures that go bump in the night. Now hunted and claimed, Harmony must decide: will she run from the beast in her bed-or rise beside the king who would burn the world for her?

Bookery (BUUK- uhr-ee) -- a collection of books _._._._._._._._._._._._._._._._._._._._._._._._._._ When a boy finds out his crush works at the local bookstore. This book is currently unedited (read with caution) Highest Category Rank: #9 in Bookstore

Everyone knew Luca Novak: he was the school's bad boy. He was a drug dealer for a living, who sold drugs in both parts of town: the suburbs and the hood. He got high on the regular and he drank often. There was nothing wrong with his home life, he had the richest parents anyone could ask for. No one knew why he did what he did; they only knew that it was wise to stay away from him. Zakiyah Webb would call herself an outsider. She had a small circle of friends, but she never associated herself with the popular people. She had average grades and good manners. Nothing exciting ever happened in her life, until she hung out with her best friend and her boyfriend-Luca happened to be there too. Luca was immediately transfixed by Zakiyah's nonchalant demeanor. He wasn't looking for someone to call his, but after seeing Zakiyah he couldn't stop thinking of ways to be in her life. She didn't change him for the better, no, she allowed him to experience real love. And maybe he gave her a glimpse of his life: no rumors, no drama, just him. The real him. sincerelyjayy 2020 | all rights reserved © Rankings: #8 in Interracial Love (4/4/23) #15 in Hidden Gems (4/4/23) #25 in Undiscovered (4/4/23)

Kayla had only two dreams: to work hard, save enough for college, and to one day fall in love with a man who would cherish her just as deeply. She promised herself that all her firsts, especially her first kiss, would be with him, and no one else. Then came Aiden, blunt, emotionally closed-off, and completely lacking in social awareness. And the first thing he did? Shatter the careful plans Kayla had built for herself. Life, it turns out, has a way of stealing moments you thought you'd control. --- Excerpt. My heart pounded and my palms turned clammy. I could feel myself spiraling as I brought trembling fingers to my swollen lips. My first kiss. My stolen first kiss. "You... you..." A tear slid down my cheek, and I wiped it away with frustration. He took something that wasn't his to take, something I had saved for someone who would love me, someone I would love in return. My soulmate. I didn't know how to make sense of it all. It had happened so fast. "Relax, princess," he said with a scoff. "It's just a kiss. No need to overreact." His words hit me like a slap and sank like a punch to the gut. He stole it. And he didn't even care.

Cassian Wolfe is cold, composed, and completely untouchable. On paper, he's her professor. In reality? He's her rival. Her tormentor. Her complete downfall. Every time he sees her, he loses focus. She challenges him. Embarrasses him. Her eyes catch and know every single thought he's not supposed to have. Selah Monroe doesn't play games. She's top of her grad class, whip-smart, and too ambitious to fall for a man who thinks he's above her. She can't stand him. His smug lectures. His condescending tone. The way he watches her when he thinks no one's looking. They hate each other. Or at least-they're supposed to. ⋆ ------------------------ ⋆ *𝐕𝐢𝐞𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐬, 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐤. 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐛𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬 𝐬𝐞𝐱𝐮𝐚𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐮𝐬𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐮𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐝𝐞𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐮𝐢𝐭𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝟏𝟖. 𝐓𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐛𝐞 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐯𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐮𝐧𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐜𝐫𝐮𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐥.*

When Aurora moves to the small city of Boston after her mom's remarriage, she hopes for a fresh start. But at Wilson High, being the new girl isn't easy-especially when cliques are tight and reputations mean everything. Desperate to fit in, she sets her sights on the cheer team, believing it's her ticket to popularity. Enter Abraham-popular, charming, and completely out of her league. When an unexpected deal forces them into a fake relationship, Aurora thinks she's finally cracked the high school code. But as lines blur between what's real and what's just for show, she starts to wonder... is faking it the only way to belong, or is there something real worth fighting for? Aurora leaned against the bleachers, arms crossed tightly, her gaze sharp as she studied Abraham. He stood in front of her, hands stuffed in his jacket pockets, his usual confidence slightly dimmed by the weight of what he was asking. "So let me get this straight," she said, tilting her head, her voice laced with skepticism. "You want me to pretend to be your girlfriend so your ex can see you've 'moved on'? That's the plan?" Abraham exhaled, dragging a hand through his already-messy brown hair. "Yeah... Look, I know it sounds ridiculous, but she won't leave me alone. She still thinks there's something between us, and I just need her to get the hint." His light blue eyes flickered to hers, unreadable. "And you'd benefit too. People would actually notice you. Make things a little easier for you here."