|EDITED| I should've left. I knew I should've turned the hell around. Shut the door. Pretended I didn't see a damn thing. But I didn't. I stood there, frozen. Mesmerized. Cursed. She let the towel fall away. My breath caught when her breasts spilled free-round, medium-sized, her nipples already stiff. She palmed them, moaning low in her throat, her hips shifting against her fingers. Her waist was so damn small, and those thighs... Fuck. Those thick thighs spread wide, holding nothing back. Her clit swollen, her moans growing louder, filling every inch of space in the house. And all I could think was I want to be the one making her sound like that. I wanted to drop to my knees. Slide my mouth up her thighs. Bury my face in that sweet pussy until she screamed my name. God, she was so beautiful, so uninhibited. So fucking close. Amina and Mason have been friends forever. But not even forever prepares them for this. They've shared everything-secrets, laughs, and late-night talks-but never touched the spark simmering just beneath the surface. So when they decide to explore their sexual chemistry under a strict set of rules, it's supposed to be simple. No drama. No emotions. Just heat. But rules don't stand a chance when the lines blur between friendship and something far more dangerous. Because once they cross that line... there's no going back This book was inspired by the song. (That Way by Tate McRae ) !!WARNING!! THIS BOOK CONTAINS A LOT OF DETAILED SEXUAL CONTENT|

I never planned on falling for either of them. Jaxon's a walking red flag with tattoos, fists that fly, and a mouth that wrecks me. Soren is Prince Charming, hiding a predator's hunger behind that polished smile. I should run. But when they touch me-together-my body forgets the rules. There's just one problem. Someone else wants me, too. And he doesn't care who he has to hurt to make me his. ~~~ Mariana Bennett came to Northmoor University to stay out of the spotlight, not fall for two of the campus's most dangerous hockey stars. Jaxon Sinclair plays center with the same intensity he lives: reckless, explosive, and impossible to ignore. Soren Kingsley, his right winger and complete opposite, is calm, calculated, and terrifyingly observant. Together, they dominate the ice... and now they've set their sights on her. Caught between their simmering tension and a past she's still running from, Mariana starts to feel something she thought she'd lost forever: desire. But someone's watching, leaving messages, and stealing pieces of her life. And he's not a fan of sharing. UNDONE is a standalone slow-burn, MMF poly hockey romance where obsession runs deep, love comes in pairs, and the biggest threat might not be on the ice.

★★★ 𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐎𝐧𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐎𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 Imani was only working there for necessary means, only for Kazimir to come and change it all. Forced to face reality with her past, discoveries, and open fresh wounds, A developing partnership with Kazimir. What could go wrong? The Ex-Queenpin of the Sinaloa Cartel and The Russian Mob. Possibly everything. ★★★ Once you're in you can't get out, that's how it is when you're involved with crime. There is no easy way to get out, but I did get out or so I thought.

A spontaneous Friday night outing led Nova to a surprise destination: Ramiro's bed, the one person her brother can't stand- and the one who ignited a fire she can't seem to ignore. "𝙔𝙤𝙪 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙞𝙩 𝙬𝙝𝙚𝙣 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙥𝙞𝙨𝙨 𝙢𝙚 𝙤𝙛𝙛, 𝙙𝙤𝙣'𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪?" 𝙝𝙚 𝙢𝙪𝙩𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙚𝙙, 𝙠𝙞𝙨𝙨𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙝𝙚𝙡𝙡 𝙤𝙛 𝙢𝙮 𝙚𝙖𝙧. "𝘽𝙚𝙘𝙖𝙪𝙨𝙚 𝙄 𝙛𝙪𝙘𝙠 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨, 𝙧𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩?" 𝘼 𝙠𝙞𝙨𝙨 𝙡𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙚𝙙 𝙤𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙗𝙖𝙘𝙠 𝙤𝙛 𝙢𝙮 𝙣𝙚𝙘𝙠, 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙩𝙚𝙚𝙩𝙝 𝙦𝙪𝙞𝙘𝙠𝙡𝙮 𝙧𝙖𝙣 𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙖𝙢𝙚 𝙨𝙥𝙤𝙩. 𝙄 𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙜𝙝𝙩 𝙄 𝙝𝙖𝙙 𝙚𝙭𝙥𝙚𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙣𝙘𝙚𝙙 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙮𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜, 𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙖 𝙘𝙝𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙧𝙖𝙘𝙚𝙙 𝙙𝙤𝙬𝙣 𝙢𝙮 𝙨𝙥𝙞𝙣𝙚 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙄 𝙛𝙚𝙡𝙡 𝙞𝙣 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙛𝙚𝙚𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙜. "𝙍𝙖𝙢𝙞𝙧𝙤," 𝙄 𝙢𝙤𝙖𝙣𝙚𝙙 𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙣𝙖𝙢𝙚, 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙡𝙤𝙬 𝙘𝙝𝙪𝙘𝙠𝙡𝙚 𝙝𝙖𝙙 𝙢𝙚 𝙜𝙪𝙡𝙥𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙖𝙬𝙖𝙮 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙣𝙚𝙧𝙫𝙚𝙨. "𝙍𝙖𝙢𝙞𝙧𝙤?" 𝙝𝙚 𝙥𝙖𝙧𝙧𝙤𝙩𝙚𝙙. "𝙒𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙥𝙚𝙣𝙚𝙙 𝙩𝙤 𝙈𝙞𝙧𝙤, 𝙖𝙢𝙤𝙧?"

WARNING: SEXUAL CONTENT!! A story in which a woman is married off to a war general who leaves for a five year war. When he comes back he is nothing like the man she met all those years ago. Unedited

He was the embodiment of everything she craved, but he was also her best friend's brother making him completely off-limits. For a time she admired him from afar, convinced he would never notice her. But then, one day, he did. - [copyright © 2025 ] forever and always

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."

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.

𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐓𝐰𝐨 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐎𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 ★★★ Come back. Even as a shadow. Even as a dream. I sleep, so that we can meet. Losing her was the worse thing that could have ever happened to me. I lost a part of me that day she died and nobody could replace that ★★★ My heart pained in my chest, my thoughts punishing me with the thought of him. I could never see him again or be with him again. It was the consequence of my actions

"Tell me you don't want that," his darkened eyes clashed with her dazed ones, "Say it, and we'll stop right now. Tell me, and I'll go." Silence hung in the air, the distant hum of passing cars and crickets fading into the night. "Cause I have every intention of making you my wife, the mother of my kids, my everything. I want that. I want you. Understand?" Her eyes welled up, and her lips trembled as she swallowed hard, then nodded quickly, "I want that too." "That's what I thought, baby." ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ Cerise Rowan liked to keep things simple. Her days were a steady loop of sleep, eat, study, repeat. She told herself she valued comfort, though in truth, change terrified her. With change came anxiety, and her mind, already a delicate balance, struggled to cope. Her favorite S-words: sleep, solitude, and snacks, were enough to keep her "mild" disorder in check. Until another one entered her life. Well... two. If you count sex. ♡ Saint Novak lived by two rules: stay comfortable and take each day as it came. With his intimidating presence and (mostly) emotionless exterior, he wasn't exactly easy to get to know. He didn't waste time on dead ends, keeping his life decisively organized. People and things included. But Saint's problems were far from "mild". For years, he believed he had nothing to lose. Now, he's learning what it means to have goals, to want more, and to keep what's important to him close. So what happens when he walks into his parlor and is greeted by a new face? A very pretty face. One that stirs desires he didn't even know he had. Well, one taste of her is more than enough to set a few more goals.