Maria is the perfect girl-the kind of girl men dream of but rarely find. Since arriving in the States from Russia three years ago, she has been Noah's world: brilliant, breathtakingly loyal, and utterly devoted. For Noah, life is simple: there is Maria, and there's Anthony. Anthony is more than a BSF; he's the brother. Their bond forged over years of secrets and support. But when Anthony confesses something that's been stripping away his confidence-he's a virgin and terrified of failing the new girl he's been talking to-Noah's loyalty takes a dark, experimental turn. He would do anything to help Anthony find his footing. Even if it means bringing Maria into the equation for a lesson no one will forget. It was supposed to be clinical. Anthony could learn the details of a woman's body from someone Noah trusts completely. But Noah doesn't just step aside. He stays. He watches. He becomes the architect of Anthony's awakening, coaching his BSF through every intimate moment. But the moment the first lesson begins, the plan starts to shatter. The girl Anthony was trying to impress is forgotten. In her place is Maria-a woman who discovers that being the center of two men's attention, and being "shared" by the person she loves most, awakens a hunger she never knew she even had. As Anthony moves from hesitant student to a man who knows exactly how to make Maria come apart, Noah finds himself caught in a spiral he didn't expect. Instead of jealousy, he feels a twisted sense of pride-and a deepening obsession with the way his best friend is worshiping his girlfriend. The boundaries of their three-year relationship haven't just been crossed; they've been set on fire.

{MATURE - mid slow burn, knotting, claiming, check your trigger warnings. Fmc is a plus size and won't change. This is bear shifter erotica romance.} "Look at you," Orion growled against my throat. "Taking every inch like you were made for me." "Orion-" "Say it again." his voice was gravel with hunger. "Say my name while I fill you up." "I can't - it's too much-" His grip tightened on my hips, fingers bruising, possessive. "It's exactly enough." He pressed his forehead to mine, eyes darkened. "You were made to accept my knot. Your body already knows it even if you don't." *** Man or bear - Aurora chose a bear shifter. Aurora Whisper ran from everything she knew - the abuse, the lies, and the man who convinced her that being owned was the same as being loved. Bleeding and broken in a mountain rainstorm, the last thing she expected was him. Orion Beckham. Alpha of the Boulderback Pack. Leader of the Boulderback MC. A man built like the mountains he rules - dangerous, and completely undone by a woman who falls broken into his world and refuses to leave his mind. He is possessive. Obsessive. Devoted in ways that should frighten her but it doesn't. What he does to her body should be illegal - Orion Beckham learns every inch of her like she was made specifically for him. Because to his bear, she was. And he intends to prove it. But her past comes back - and it wants her on her knees. Too bad she already belongs to a bear.

*IN NEED OF VERY HEAVY EDITING* "I want you to fuck me." Athena Escarra, a promising young lawyer who loves her work more than anything. She's been married to her husband, Oliver Smith, for six years and would never indulge in an affair. That was until she met Alessandro Sinclair. Alessandro Sinclair, a prominent CEO of the Sinclair Company. He is your everyday rich man who fucks and dips. That was until he met Athena Escarra. He found himself attracted and would do anything to have her again.

"As I passionately kiss your lips and breathe all of you in, release your pain to me; let me inhale it and let my soothing touch heal your broken soul. -------- What starts as soft glares and innocent forehead kisses turns into something more carnal, deeper and wickedly tempting to explore. She isn't looking for true love, a concept she has given up on searching for. What her soul burns for is a man's touch to set her body ablaze and consume her completely in a whirlwind of intense pleasure and ecstasy. He desires a vibrant woman to do all the wickedly sinful things burning in his mind to, one who can unleash the dominant beast in him and torture sensually with all the pleasure he has to offer. She seems to be all he's ever needed and maybe someone whose heart he can heal and stitch back in place piece by piece until it can beat hard in her chest again and say his name. But nothing ever comes on a silver platter, especially with loads of drama and misfortunes tailing each one of them from sources closer than they could ever imagine. ⚠︎Warning: This story contains explicit sexual content, mentions of sexual assault, mild language, drama and is a slowburn

"Griffin Drayke," she said softly, like it tasted warm in her mouth. My grey eyes lifted, meeting hers, and something flickered. A crack in the concrete. "Don't say it like that." "Like what?" "Like it doesn't scare you." ⚡︎ Lila Prescott has been knocked down all her life. Bullied. Humiliated. Treated like a punching bag. Then she meets him. Griffin Drayke-a brutal underground boxer with a body that belongs in sin. He doesn't save her. He laughs in her face. Calls her weak. Useless. But there's something about her that makes him stay. So he makes a deal: He'll train her. Turn her into a fighter. But he's not doing it for free. It starts with hate-fueled hookups. Dirty kisses between bruises. Then something shifts. She gets stronger. And suddenly, she's not the broken girl anymore-

"The Mob Boss and the Stripper" - Suffering from an abusive relationship, Emilia didn't think her life could get any worse until the night her boyfriend made a deal with the devil and gave her away to the mafia without hesitation in order to save his life and clear his name from his debt. Now, Emilia is stuck even further but little does she know that her life is bound to change forever when she meets the handsome devil, Vincent Fontana. But did it change for the greater or for the worse? ۵ "Who the hell are you?!" I asked in the midst of my panic as I stared at the blue eyed devil sitting down on the couch in front of me. "Allow me to introduce myself..." He chuckled, standing up to his full height that towered mine as he walked closer towards me. He raised his tatted hand up towards my face as he ran his thumb over my bottom lip, leaving my breathing to hitch. "I'm Mr. Fontana, now strip."

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."

For my mother, Who despises bad words but loves a good story, Who taught me the magic of tea parties and the warmth of shared laughter, And who gave me my first romance novel- A gift that turned into a lifelong love. This is for you, with all my heart. -Slow burn/clean/not my usual smutttt🫣🤣❤️

🥵😈💋 SMUT/EROTICA/18+ 💋😈🥵 He swiftly untied the silver chains from my wrists, only to pull my hands up over my head, holding them captive in one of his massive fists against the cold glass. His other hand wrapped around my waist, his fingers digging into my hips, while his thumb began to tease my slick, swollen core again. The familiar, agonizing ache of need grew and grew, demanding release. I struggled instinctively against his grip, but his hold was absolute-pure, unyielding demon strength.

🥵😈💋🙈18+/SMUT/NSFW🙈💋😈🥵 "I can't hold back-" he growled, his voice a low, rough rumble. "You smell so sweet. Your body, it practically screams that it needs to be bred. Screaming for me-" His hands, large and warm, gripped your hips, pulling you toward him. "I'm not stopping until I'm sure you're carrying my pups."