lil touch

"Don't touch me!", Arieon yelled at him as tears fell freely from her eyes. She was breathing heavily from the way she ran down the stairs. "You'll harm yourself, be careful!", Enzo snapped at her angrily. She glared at him, "The only harm that will come to me is you, so stay the fuck away!". He rolled his eyes and walked down the stairs. The more steps he took towards her,the more she moved backwards. Her back hit the wall and she cursed internally. He grinned in triumph and placed his fingers on her jaw making her to look at him. "Mi cara, you're the only good in my life. You and our unborn child", he placed his hand on her stomach and she felt her heart flutter. "Stop running away", he leaned closer to her. "And if I don't", she asked in a hushed tone. Their eyes locked and he grinned, "I'll keep chasing you, Arieon".

Seorang Pemuda tiba-tiba muncul di zaman kehancuran, pasukan kejahatan dari raja iblis telah menguasai seluruh dunia. Pemuda itu tiba-tiba datang, identitasnya tak diketahui, tapi dia yang membawa perlawanan dan membebaskan dunia dari kekuatan Raja Iblis. Aji Bagaskara, pemuda yang datang dengan kekuatan besar. Dia menguasai kekuatan dari tiga legenda yang sudah tiada. Bagaimana perjuangan Aji menyatukan semua pendekar dan melawan Raja Iblis?

Rowena’s faith in love and romance was crushed in the most disturbing way possible… After that, she’d never thought she'd let another man touch her. But that was before she was seduced by the sinful voice of Dr. Lovejoy! Listening to his radio talk show, ‘Speaking of Sex & Lust…’, Rowena knows, she feels that his smooth advice masks deep urges. There are longings she's sure she can answer face to face and skin on skin… Heath Evans, aka Dr. Lovejoy, has built an on-air career in sex counseling. When Rowena Killian calls in, he hears a pang in her voice that he longs to soothe. But when they finally have the chance to fulfill their explicit fantasies, Heath has to wonder which one of them is playing doctor. Because the steamy, sensual treatment he's prescribed seems to be healing them both….

Emma Anderson had entered Ethan Maddox life one year ago and taken her time screwing with his head. She didn’t know she had screwed him with her stubborn, taming her desire, and rejecting his claim as his mate. Emma wasn’t part of Ethan's pack, but, however, she had approached him for permission to be allowed inside Kink, She was a submissive inside, craving whatever his men could dish out, whether it be from a hand or a cane. The moment she entered Ethan's house, he had scented the need to mate, to claim, to possess. Those feelings only intensified while she had been in his company. She allowed him to touch her, but only in punishment never in intimacy.

[Matured content, no rape.] "Mama, Custard," Adrian said as he rushed towards me. Adrian Woods, my four years old son whom I was left to raise alone. "Darian," I called out, staring intently at him, "who gave you the right to touch him, and even call him your son?" He was back! The man I tried my best to run from, the man whom I did everything possible to stay away from, the one person who was happy seeing me in so much pain. Darian Woods was back, my divorced husband, the father of my child.

When strifed brotherhood begets bloodshed, a tale of two brothers loving the same woman and fighting for the same title has never been more intense. (Excerpt) Emily cleared her throat. "You should go." Andrew didn't listen. He should, but he couldn’t. His senses swooned. Without meaning to, he moved closer and tucked her hair behind her ear. Her breath hitched at touch of his skin on hers and Emily gulped slowly. "Thank you." He whispered, enjoying the velvety feel of her skin as he brushed the back of his finger down her cheek. "I'm afraid that might not do. You owe me your life." She breathed on borrowed confidence. The look in Andrew's eyes blazed darkly with intensity. He leaned closer. "Yes, I agree, and I intend to pay you back." "When and how?" She asked, losing a step, trying to control her beating heart at their close proximity. He followed her, hovering like a predator over his catch. This time, she was the catch and Emily didn't mind. "Now." He closed the gap between them. "With this." Andrew grabbed her face and crashed his lips down on hers ~~~ Taking up the Bright Moon pack's Alpha title is what he has always dreaded. Andrew Levisay craves a normal life, but he's between a rock and a hard-place after being faced with a choice that would change his life for worse. Saving himself and his lineage of wolves by sacrificing the woman he loves or saving this woman and allowing a tyrant to have his way? What will Andrew decide as the clock is ticking?

"You’re mine, Adaira. When this night is over, and when your voice is hoarse from screaming my name, I won’t have to remind you who you belong to.” ~ After getting rejected by her chosen mate at 18, Adaira is devastated and she flees her pack in tears. It took her an entire year to pick up all her pieces, and Raed is the one who comforted and repaired her, the one who made her believe in happiness again. They were planning to get mated when a half wolf, half demon hybrid abomination destroyed her pack, killed Raed and marked her forcefully. Fate played a cruel trick on her when the truth was revealed and this murderer is her true mate. After all these things, he still expects her to bend to his will. But even with her body craving his touch, she has only one thing in mind for him… revenge. ~ WARNING: This book is rated 18+ and therefore contains sexually explicit content. It is also a dark romance so there are some themes that may be triggering and is therefore not for the faint of heart. Gavrael is not a prince charming neither is he a gentleman. P.S; please don't forget to drop a comment as you read, thanks.

“Don’t touch my MATE!” He growled at Wilson angrily as he took off his coat and walked towards me to wrap it around me. “I’M NOT YOUR MATE!” I hissed in anger as my hands began to shake. No. NO! This must be some kind of mistake or cruel joke. “Lydia, he’s your mate,” Drusilla howled with pity in her eyes. “NO! Wilson is my mate!” I yelled angrily as I knocked the coat out of his hands and burst into tears. **** Lydia's world is thrown upside down when she awakens and her mate isn't her childhood love but a man she has never met before. The king of rogues and to cap it all, Another woman is set to marry the love of her life. Will she survive it? Join Lydia on her journey and find out now. -Rejection -Love -Seduction -Betrayal, and of course -Steamy romance in store for you. Buckle up and join Lydia for the ride.

"You want this right" I hear him say as he trailed his fingers along my thighs setting my body ablaze with his advances. The feel of his cold fingertips along with his long nails left a ticklish feeling as he trailed along my sensitive skin. I couldn't help but let out a loud moan as I felt him place his hands at the meeting of our thighs. His every touch was fire and I was willing to burn in that fire. -- Alyssa - He was a Beast. Vicious. Cold. Cruel. Scary. Dominant. Possessive. There wasn't a single bad word that hadn't been used to describe him. My parents had arranged for him to have been mated to my sister. If she hadn't run away that is. And I ended up being his mate. I was only doing it for the pack. Not for my parents, not for myself, not even for Jenny. Just for the pack. But I hadn't expected that things would turn out the way they eventually did. Rurac - I didn't think I had it in me to fall so madly.That's exactly what had happened with her. I had thought it was just an attraction. Something that would pass with time. But then feelings had gotten involved and before I knew it I'd been completely gone.

His hot breath fanned my ear and I nearly died the moment the straps of my dress fell away. Revealing a part of myself that left me vulnerable to his hungry gaze that moved over me. I pride myself on decency, to always be appropriate but the way he clenched his jaw and ran his large hands on my thighs made me go. . . to hell with decency. Reaching out, the need to touch him no longer bearable, I traced the outline of his torso through the fabric of his shirt. But even that wasn't enough as my hands moved underneath the fabric to trace the muscles there. He shifted slightly away triggering a fear in me that I had done something wrong. However, the fear diminished when he removed the fabric- granting my eyes the chance to feast on seeing more of his skin. He moved forward peppering light kisses all over my neck and torso only to latch onto my nipple tugging gently on the hard nub. I cried out at the movement of his teeth and tongue as his hands kept me close hindering any chance to reduce the contact to damn near impossible. Reducing the contact was the last thing I wanted, especially considering how far we had come. . .