Hesmoremyselfthaniam - You Look... Incredibly Innocent.

He gets to his knees, reaching back to push his shoes off and get his trousers and boxers past his feet. Then he rips off my knickers.

“Bra,” he says urgently, reaching under my back as I arch. One flick has the clasp undone, and one yank has if off and on the floor with the rest of our clothes. “Let’s call that foreplay,” he declares, taking his arousal and guiding it to between my thighs. “Does my queen object?”

“Nope.”

“Good.” He sinks in smoothly on a ragged exhale, right to the root. “Oh . . . yeah.”

I sigh, and he settles, hands braced above my head on the arm of the couch. “I’m just gonna stay here for a few moments, so you know.” He kisses my cheek, the swell of him inside me sparking spasms in my muscles, making me clench. “Stop it,” Josh warns.

“I can’t help it.”

“Adeline, I’ll come.”

“I’m not doing anything.”

“Yes, your pussy is squeezing my dick. Stop it.” He looks at me, his jaw tight as he fights to find control.

I flex my hips, encouraged by the surges of pleasure pulsing throughout me. “I have no control with you.”

“God damn you, woman.” His groin rolls, meeting my flex, taking his depth to its fullest.

His True Queen by Jodi Ellen Malpas

“She was a siren, an angel of mercy, and a horny woman all rolled into one. A fucking dream.”

It Happened One Summer by Tessa Bailey

“So the saying is true? Money doesn’t buy happiness?”

“...You can fill your life with nice things, but nice things don’t fill the holes in your soul.”

“What fills the holes in a soul?”

Samson’s eyes scroll over my face for a few seconds. “Pieces of someone else’s soul.”

Heart Bones by Colleen Hoover

“He held my heart, rather than my hand.”

He grabs my face with an increased force like he wants to stamp it on my brain, whatever he's going to say, and all I can do is hold onto his wrists and watch his impatient, anguished, pained features.

"You deserve someone who gives you his heart out of his chest. Someone who can reach into his own body with his hands and pull it out for you. Pull out that thing that beats only for you."

My eyes pop wide and my own heart causes a ruckus in my chest, more than it already was causing. "I-I do?"

He breathes out angrily. He's angry at me for asking that question.

"You deserve someone who wakes up every morning and gets down on his knees to thank God that you belong to him. And then he does it all over again before he goes to sleep. You deserve someone who lives in awe of you, understand?"

Dreams of 18 by Saffron A. Kent

By Chiara Bautista

And let’s appreciate the new tattoo! Looks like birds flying out of the barbwire?

I always wondered why they’ve decided not to replicate the real tattoes from books... maybe because Hardin never explains their actual meanings 🤷🏻‍♀️

“I love them and I always will. I'll continue to cover my body in ink, expressing thoughts that I can't bring myself to actually say. Well, that's not really the case, seeing as they are random shit that have no meaning whatsoever, but they look all right, so I don't give a fuck.”

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“You can open your eyes.” Watching her thick eyelashes blink open, I notice absently that she’s wearing less makeup than the first time we met. Less of that black liner under her eyes. When did she make the change? I probably should have—would have commented on it if I wasn’t too focused on the blue eyes themselves to notice how they’re made up. I like her either way…but God, I love her like this. Sucking in a breath over the haphazard Christmas lights, pleasure and nostalgia and joy washing across her features. Damn. I’ve done something right in my life if I get to watch this happen up close.”

Window Shopping by Tessa Bailey

“I laugh, relieved that she’s . . . that she simply exists. And that we were lucky enough to exist in the same lifetime, in the same area of the world, in the same state. And that, after all these years, I surprisingly wouldn’t change a single thing about what ultimately brought us together.”

November 9 by Colleen Hoover