He wants to love her loudly. She's scared to believe she deserves it. Some love isn't light. Some love is felt in the bones. This is The Weight of Love.

*Completed* My addict. My salvation and his. ___ Our friendship? Yeah, that was hanging by a thread, but right now, that didn't matter. "You heard me," I whispered. "I'm going to fuck this pure brain up and ruin every single light." I said honestly, rubbing my cock that was fucking hard against my boxers at the sight of her helpless rocking and breathless mouth while watching her rock against my knee.

Kason "Khotic" Brewster never planned on living long. At seventeen, he buried both of his parents in the same week. His mother died instantly in a car crash. His father held on just long enough to make Kason promise one thing before he passed. Take care of your brother and sister. So that's exactly what he did. Twelve years later Khotic is the man the streets call when things get ugly. Feared. Respected. Untouchable. Everything he does is for the two people depending on him to make it out of the life he's stuck in. He's content with that. Until Beauty Cardwell crashes into his world. Bee is nothing like the women Khotic usually deals with. She's a twenty-five-year-old brain surgeon, a child prodigy who finished school before most people finished learning who they were. She's blunt, literal, and socially awkward in ways people don't always understand. Diagnosed with high-functioning autism, Bee doesn't believe in pretending to be something she's not. She says exactly what she means. And for some reason... Khotic likes that. What starts as a chance meeting turns into something neither of them expected. Bee sees the man behind Khotic's reputation. The older brother trying to keep his promise. The boy who never got the chance to grieve. And Khotic sees something in Bee that the world keeps missing. But loving a man like Khotic means stepping into a life Bee was never meant to be part of. Enemies. Loyalty. Violence. The kind of danger that doesn't care how smart you are. And Khotic knows one thing for sure. Good girls like Beauty Cardwell aren't supposed to fall for men like him.

One of the most powerful man in the world. He was called Octavius. Cruel, coldblooded, and completely unobtainable. The Devil in a Brioni suit. The mere whisper of his name was like lethal poison that burned through the hearts of millions. Penetrating, and clear amber eyes that made grown men weep, and women burned with seduction. Behind the curtains, no one knew what he looked like yet he was always in control. It was a reputation he had fought to establish, one that brought him power, wealth and just about... everything. When a series of unfortunate events lands her into the very strong, powerful arms of Octavius, it was everything she'd been warned about. The beautiful brute, Octavius, moody and controlling in every aspect. She had never met a man as brutal, and stormy as him, someone she couldn't help but sprout wild, random phrases to, and offer hugs. A man that always gets what and who he wants because that's how his life works. Until it doesn't. Until he stumbles into a five-feet angel with the sweetest smile, and adamant about being friends. - preview - "Has any man ever made you so crazy you thought you'd die if you didn't get his cock inside of you? If you couldn't feel his fingers digging into your thighs as he spread you open and devoured you whole? Have you ever come over and over, so hard and so many times you couldn't be sure where one ended and the other began?" His strong, veined hands gripped the backside of my bare thigh, tracing over my skin, itching higher and higher and I could feel a deep ache building inside my lower region. My mouth slacked, at a loss for words, all I could do was whimper softly under his possessive touches. "Answer me." Big, forceful hands caressed my chin, almost gripping my neck, only retracting as I let out a tiny breathless sigh. His dark deep amber eyes were on fire with a carnal sexuality that I had never seen before. "Use your words."

Storyline: MATURE 21+ ONLY!! My life was perfectly ordinary until she, a sweet, unsuspecting patient, was admitted to my hospital wing. From the moment I saw her, all I could think about was getting my hands on her innocent self. There's just one small hurdle in my path, but I've already figured out a way around it. All it takes is making her mine, and she'll be with me always. Warning: This book is an over-the-top, insta-love romance. Expect nothing but steamy encounters, attempts to make babies, and an obsessed, bearded alpha hero claiming a virgin who will be his forever. If you're looking for something hot and dirty, this is it! *Spoiler* There's a sweet, smutty surprise at the end! To my incredible Wattpad readers, I want to take a moment to thank you, from the bottom of my heart, for following this journey and for all your support here on Wattpad. You are the reason I write! The book is now available on Kindle, and if you've enjoyed the story, I have one small favor to ask that would mean the world to me: Could you please help by leaving a short review, a quick rating, or a comment on the Kindle page? These reviews are absolutely crucial for an author. They help the book get discovered by new readers, and knowing you took the time to do this truly gives all the meaning to continue writing. Here is the link to the Kindle page: [Https://a.co/d/6Jcywde] Thank you again for being the most amazing community a writer could ask for!

She spent her whole life being told she was nothing. Unwanted. Unloved. Invisible. Until the night she ran-straight into the mansion of Dmitri Volkov. Cold, ruthless, and powerful, Dmitri trusts no one but the uncle who raised him. Especially not a trembling girl who shows up on his doorstep in the middle of the night. He sees danger in her wide eyes and soft lips. She sees safety in the storm of his arms. She is poor, broken, and full of secrets. He is rich, brutal, and carries scars of his own. She falls first. But when he finally falls... he falls harder. And Dmitri Volkov does not love gently-he loves like a man who will burn the world for what's his.

The heaven and hell were not at their best terms. Though god tried his best to keep everything at peace, some of his near ones did not like Lucifer's behaviour which was getting cruel day by day. They wanted to permanently erase his existence. But they knew it wasn't possible. Because now Lucifer was not someone whom God could tame and control. He had become more powerful now and his powers were increasing day by day. God decided to call Lucifer to the heaven for a meeting so that he could try and convince him. And then, in the heavens, he saw her. She was created by all gods and goddesses coming together. She was made to be the purest soul ever. All the love and kindness of the gods and the whole universe was within her because God wanted to see what will the purest soul be like. And so they had created her. An immortal. Pure. Beautiful. Innocent soul. She was the most precious thing to God and the heavens. Everyone loved her. But, HE WANTED HER. AND HE ALWAYS GETS WHAT HE WANTS. THE LUCIFER WANTED AN ANGEL. THE AUTHOR DOES NOT WANT TO HURT ANY RELIGION OR FAITH. THIS BOOK IS A WORK OF FICTION AND IMAGINATION. ALL THE NAMES USED IN THE BOOK HAVE NO RELATION WITH THE ACTUAL PERSONALITIES AND IF FOUND THEN PLEASE CONSIDER IT AS COINCIDENCE.

Ophelia is a fragile Omega, still healing from her Alpha's abandonment and learning how to stand on her own - and love herself again. Malcolm is far from the typical Alpha: gentle, steady, and armed with the best blueberry pancakes Ophelia has ever tasted. What begins as a disastrous meet-cute soon becomes the tender start of Ophelia's bloom. - A cosy Omegaverse with scent matched mates - *Unedited*

"Luci I wanted to-" "Don't f*cking call me that," Lucifer interrupted, speaking in a monotonous voice, whilst staring intently at the marbled floor beneath his feat. "It suits you though!" Dior defended in a giggly tone, but his expression did not change. "I said don't f*cking call me that." "You can even give me a silly nickname if you'd like," she proposed. Silence "Eh, you'll learn to love me one day." Little did she know, he already did. ------------------------------------------------ After the kidnapping and torturing of Dior Delilah Hamilton, the only daughter of the biggest mob boss in New York, Dante Hamilton, her father had no choice but to hire a full-time bodyguard for her, otherwise known as : Lucifer Alistair. Dior Delilah Hamilton Despite how the world has treated her, the contagious smile on her face never faltered. Bringing joy to those around her was her addiction, and the innocent aura surrounding her can never go unnoticed. With 3 older brothers, and a mafia man for a father, she was protected beyond belief. Or so they thought... Lucifer Alistair. His name itself causes the strongest of men to shiver in their boots. And boy did he live up to his name. He'd been let down all his life and learnt to never expect anything from anyone, because everyone will leave you in the end. His mind was set. He was to be a lone wolf til his last breath. Broken, misunderstood, heartless, soulless even, Lucifer could not be fixed. That was until Dior slithered her way into his shattered heart, and vowed to make it whole again. ---------------------------------- I don't own any pictures used in this story All rights reserved, do not copy my work

My body was stuck. I wanted to move but I couldn't. He leaned down and our lips crashed together. He made the kiss deeper by adding tongue and picked me up giving my ass a squeeze. Earning a moan from me. He began walking upstairs and went straight to my room throwing me on the bed. "I missed you so fucking much." He said aggressively as he took his clothes off. I started taking mines off as well. He laid over my body kissing me again then breaking it-pressing his forehead to mine looking me in my eyes. I arch my back as he reach down to my soaking pussy and he started stroking my clit. "Always so fucking wet, I fucking love it." He continues to rub his fingers up and down my slit. Sticking a finger inside of me every so often. I moan out against his fingers on my clit. "Fuck this I need to be inside of you." He grunts. A love story about Antonio Russo & Shakayla Janai. Not fully edited! Let me know if I made a mistake somewhere!!! But not to much tho 😚 some of y'all be getting smart in the comments 🙃 I definitely return energy.