It must have been a goddess. That he was sure of. In the middle of those dark ashes, a body was laid down, wrapped in a cape that must have been green before but which was now covered in brown because of the ashes. Her face was strikingly pale, of a rare whiteness, but it was also dirtied by the ashes, hiding her cheeks and forehead. But despite those ashes and these dark smudges, one thing was absolutely certain: she was divine. She had a beautiful face with a straight, small nose, lips that were plump even if they were dry and a bit blue from the cold. Her eyes were closed, but her lashes seemed to be long and thick, resting on her cheeks like she was sleeping peacefuly. But all of those traits were not what attracted the Jarl. What did was the streak of hair that rested on her forehead, which had leaked from her hood. Its color was so unique and uncommon for a girl from this country that Tharn remained fixated on it. It was impossible to decide if this girl was a red-head or a blond. It seemed like the gods had not been able to chose in-between those two hair colors and had to give her the tone in between those two: gold. What a waste for such a heavenly creature to be dead, Tharn thought. Well, was he sure she was dead? After kneeling down, he bent over her, placing his fingers on her throat to check if her heart was still beating and placing his cheek in front of her mouth to see if he could feel a breath against his skin. As faint as it was, a light breeze touched him and a slow beat came under his fingers. She was barely alive, but she still was. A sigh of relief escaped him without him controlling it. He had no idea why he was so glad she was alive, but he was sure of one thing : she was coming back with him, and she would be his.

In which, a blind business tycoon gets assigned to a nymphomaniac nurse _____________________________________________ Copyright ©️ 2021 ssybahz (Started: March 7th, 2021, Completed: September 26th, 2021) After losing his eyesight in an accident, Ares Elliott Estevan distances himself from everyone. Fortunately for Adrianna Blair Campbell, who happens to know just the perfect way to cure him. _______________________________________________ ***Warning: Heavy and explicit sexual content. Recommended for 18+ and above. Do not proceed if you don't like these kind of things. Read the preface.******* #1 in hot #1 in seduction #1 in adultfiction #1 in nymphomaniac #1 in lust #1 in plottwist #1 in sensual #1 in matureaudience #1 in age-gap #2 in fiction #1 in passionate #1 in mysteryromance #1 in badgirlgoodboy #1 in desire

COMPLETED • • • It was one night with a stranger at a bar. Harmless, right? • • • Ion Series Book #1: Insatiable Book #2: Scarred Book #3: Game Over cover done by @AndiApplexoxo ♡︎

[COMPLETED] After one drunken Friday night, Vesper wakes up and finds herself on a bed, in a room, in an apartment that she neither owns nor recognizes. She discovers that the man who owns the place is the same man who she threw a dollar at, insulted, and slapped because she thought he was a pervert hobo who hovers around bars to make a pass at drunken girls. It turns out that "Pervert-Hobo Guy" owns three apartments, a Porsche, seven hit songs, three Grammy awards, and a broken heart paired with a damaged soul. And don't forget to add these things--a raging libido, a skilled mouth, dexterous fingers, and a certain something that may or may not have caused Vesper's eyes to go wide. ~*~*~*~*~ "Your m-mother... is... outside," Vesper mumbled breathlessly. His familiar scent wafted through her nostrils--something woodsy, something citrusy--something that screamed sex on legs. His intoxicating scent befuddled her mind and she cursed herself for being so weak. Her eyes widened at the feel of his something that's definitely not his belt buckle pressing against the small of her stomach. He wickedly grinned. "That's the point. She's outside so she can't see us." He nipped at Vesper's jaw and suckled on that sensitive spot on her neck. He moved towards her lips again and tasted her mouth from corner to corner. "Sweet. So, so, sweet," he said in between kisses. Vesper was horrified at the fact that her body was betraying her. She's a person with a very strong personality, but one touch of Andray's soft lips and she's pliant. Feeling herself losing control, she responded to his kisses with equal fervor, mouth still closed. She gasped in surprise when she felt his hands move to the middle of her legs and cupped her there. His tongue took the opportunity and delved into her mouth, his tongue dancing with hers. ~*~*~*~*~ This story is intended for mature audiences only. It contains strong language and explicit scenes. Read at your own discretion. You have been warned.

[This is a spin-off of The DILF but can be read as a stand-alone] [The story you are about to read is intended for readers age 18+ due to its sexual content and language. It may not be appropriate for all audiences. Please read at your own discretion.] There was nothing Ophelia wanted better than to gouge Nikolai's long-lashed, consuming blue eyes out with a butter knife and mail them to the rest of the Alvonich family. Too bad they were in a very public, very esteemed place - Mikhail's wedding. "You don't think I'll press the button?" Nikolai's breath was warm and teasing in her ear. Ophelia had no idea what possessed her to take up his challenge of a vibrating thong, except that it was too late to back out now. She turned to glance at the infuriating man beside her. "Honestly, I don't care. It won't affect me." "Sweet Ophelia," he whispered, surprising her by flicking his tongue into her ear. Jumping, she glared at him, ignoring the important guests at her table, her father included. Before she could curse at Nikolai, he pressed the button, the swearwords turning to soft moans under her breath. Gripping the edge of the table, Ophelia felt the attack on her cl!t like a burn to her skin. Her father shot her a concerned look from across the table and Nikolai's voice was again in her ear. "Before the end of the night, Ophelia, we will f**k," he promised, releasing his finger from the remote control. "Only this time, it will be my name you scream."

[SAMPLE] Reed frowned, his eyes filled with confusion when he saw that Lena seemed to be fine. "I heard a scream," he announced stiffly, standing awkwardly over Lena's bed. Beneath the sheets, Lena was torn between renewed arousal and slight mortification. Embarrassment won. "Everything's fine," she muttered, trying to discreetly disengage the battery-operated toy from between her thighs. It was a thick phallus, way too thick to silently exit her wet pússy, but finally, finally, it popped out. "But you screamed." "Because I came, Reed." His bewilderment only grew. "Came where?" And that was when Lena knew that even after what had happened between them last night, Reed was still like a newborn, an innocent. He might have been the most intelligent guy she knew but in many ways, he was still the boy he'd been before the accident that had marred his life. So she heaved out a sigh, clamping her thighs together when she felt his gaze scorch her damp skin. "I had an orgasm, Reed." She calmly spelled it out, wondering if she should mention that it was his cock she'd been imagining inside her. Now that she knew what he was packing, it was impossible to get the image out of her head - not that she was trying. Reed swallowed, a blush creeping up his neck. Lena was instantly turned on by that blush, by his obvious discomfort and arousal. So she did the most natural thing that came to her. She pulled her sheets away.

This is the second book of His series. Please read the first one (His At Night), otherwise this book won't make any sense to you. * It hurts. Not physically. It hurts emotionally. And that's the worst kind of pain a human being can ever feel, because you literally can not do anything about it. There's no cure. There's only the time passing, making the pain more bearable, but an ache stil stays behind. That's how Braden leaves Rory that night he decides it's game over for them and leaves her. She misses him terribly. She needs weeks before she decides she's ready to face the world again. But then, everything comes crashing down on them when they see each other again. And now the real question is, who's going to be the first one to cave in and swallow their pride? Will they find their path back together or is it really that for them - game over? But was it really just a game in the first place?

*WARNING! This story contains mature content.* When her boyfriend cheats on her, Rory Warren moves to a new flat. She gets a flatmate who becomes a very good friend of her. But that flatmate has a very sexy, very charming and very wealthy brother who turns Rory's world upside down. Rory is a weak woman. Braden Campbell makes her even weaker. He's a controlling businessman and a perfect definition of a womanizer. He doesn't do relationships. His past has taught him to be tough, unforgiving and cold. He doesn't have a word 'commitment' in his dictionary. He works hard. He fucks even harder. Rory and Braden make a pact, an arrangement. They want to stick to it, follow their rules. But one can only bear so much before bursting. It's a game of two and the rule is simple: if one of them falls in love, it's game over. This is not a story about a perfect relationship. It's a story where a man wants it all and a woman who gives it all to him. Game on, people! Or is it really just a game? Only time will tell. Tick-tock

When Isabelle Maddox a History of Art undergraduate struggles to pay her tuition she falls into the underworld of voyeurism to pay her bills. Little does she know that sleeping with a man she's never met before in front of a room full of strangers leads her down a path of unexpected love and sexual liberation. #8 Eroticromance -------- ⚠️ Warning adult nature content His eyes worked their way down my body until they rested on the spot between my legs. I suddenly felt very vulnerable and a blush began to creep over my body. He knelt at the end of the bed grabbed my thighs and pulled me towards him so my legs were dangling either side of his shoulders. His hand stroked the inside of my thigh which made a quiet moan escape from my mouth. He smiled assured by my response and planted soft kisses on my knees slowly making his way up towards my deeper inner thighs. He looked up briefly and smiled before pushing my legs further apart. An involuntary sigh escaped my mouth. He ran his fingers up and down teasing me as he got closer to my sex each time. I lay back on the bed unable to sit up anymore. Chairs moved and I could hear several voices to the right of us. ⚠️ All rights reserved. This is an original work all characters and storylines are my own and created in my head!