Highest Rank: #1 in Romance, #1 - painting, #1 - heartbreaker, #1 - one-sidedlove, #1 - unrequitedlove, #1 - engagement *********************** Still not satisfied with our physical contact, he leaned his face down to meet mine as his fingers gripped my chin. "Fiancée?" he asked, whispering the word. I nodded as the tension I felt from our body contact got even more intense. I stared at his handsome face. "You claim yourself my fiancée?" I nodded again. Of course, I was his fiancée and I'd claim that title no matter what. "Let's see if you really are," he whispered slowly in between his breathing. His tone broadcasted danger and it made me shudder. "A fiancée can kiss her man. Now, let's see if you can---" And with that, in just a heartbeat, he pressed his lips against mine. *********************** He is my one great love. I've loved and adored him since I laid my eyes on him and to be his wife is my life's absolute dream. But he hates me. He has hated me since the day he first saw me and he makes it sure that breaking my heart and pushing me away will be his greatest achievement. In spite of all the drama, the pain and the heartbreak he caused me, I still insist to be engaged to him --- this cold, aloof, and heartless man. Yes, he is my one great love. But he is my one great challenge as well. Will I be able to create a heart in my heartless heartbreaker? (Cover made by @itsmyaah) Copyright © HervinaMollejon™ 2015-2016 All rights reserved.

THIS IS A WEREWOLF STORY!!!! "Anything for you." He turned to me. He walked over to me and stood between my legs; he grabbed my waist and pulled me closer to him. He leaned in, unknowingly sparking that stupid sensation I got every time he touched me....

Yearning for that dominance, that need to take charge, I shoved his tongue out of my mouth and inserted mines into his. He gripped my ass firmly. He groaned against my mouth, enjoying me as I struggled to take control of him. I pulled away. Reaching for the little clasp on my bra, I licked my lips seductively as I unclasped it. I slowly teased him, hiding my breast with the little material. Anxious, and hungry, he snatched it away, exposing my full breast to him. This is happening? ..... (Werewolf genre) (Contains sexually explicit scenes/language.)

" This can't happen. " I frown staring into his eyes. I don't who I'm convincing more, me or him ? " What can't happen ? " He leans down whispering into my ear. " You know what I'm talking about. " I mumble. " You're going to have to be more specific than that baby . " He says slowing trailing his hands up my my dress. " Wait. " He stopped, " Do you have on panties ? " He stared down at me. I couldn't look him in the eyes, so I kept my head down. " No. " I shook my head. " Good girl. " He groaned. Slipping a finger right into my dripping core.

Two strangers release sexual tension together shortly after their first meet.

"You know the saying that everybody has a dark secret hiding in their closet? Well, he is my secret but trust me, he is too big to fit in the closet. 'Big' in all the damn right places." -The Nerd

the connection between Emilie Campbell and Axel Blake was enough for the both of them to want to stay far, far away from each other. or maybe it was just enough for Emilie. { sexual content and explicit material. viewer discretion is advised. }

Life with my nymphomanic wife. WARNING: Very detailed and graphic! Book for mature readers (18+)

"You said you will do anything?" "Y-yes!" "Then take off your clothes and get naked now" "N-naked..." "You said you would do anything, didn't you?" Xavier said this to me with a grin on his face, my hands started to tremble.