ElenaNiklaus and I have been abstaining for weeks. I was surprised he agreed to it, with how incapable he is of keeping his hands off me.Four weeks doesn’t seem long in the grand scheme of things, but the more I’ve got to know him, the more I’ve wanted to climb him like a tree. There is something about learning the tough, muscular football player’s favourite movie is Moana.It does funny things to your insides.When I hold my arms up in the air, he sits up and pulls the T-shirt over my head. His brown eyes darken and the heat of his gaze travels over me, sending a jolt of anticipation up my spine. My bra goes next, his tongue immediately flicking over my already taut nipple. Travelling up my chest, he kisses his way to my mouth, grasping my face between his hands.“We breaking all the rules?” he asks against my mouth. There’s hardly any room between us and I swear this is the most content I’ve felt in weeks.“Definitely.”Finally, his mouth meets mine, tongue exploring fervently as

Veronica"I've missed you so much, baby." My husband mutters as I step into the living room. "Fuck, I've been hard all day thinking about you," Stefan says lowly."Did you enjoy fucking me in your office yesterday," I whisper in his ear."Fuck yes,"“Mmm.” His mouth is on the side of my neck, licking and nibbling. The touch is affectionate, although no less heated. He has the power to make me feel desired. The shivers that quiver along my body are just as hot as before but sweeter now. I reach for the waistband of his shorts, slip my hands underneath and feel his taut butt. Even there, he’s perfect.His lips still trailing kisses along the sensitive tendon on my neck, he gets rid of his shoes and socks, then drags his shorts and underwear down and kicks them off. Finally, he’s fully nude.His cock juts out, the head almost grazing his abs. I extend my hand down to grab it and run the pad of my thumb along the tip, but he wraps his hand around my wrist and pulls me away.“Later.” He sl

TW: PrimalEliaI’ll never stop being a coward and will never do what I want.To take risks.To step out of my comfort zone.I want that feeling of freedom again. I need to overflow with being both wrong and right at the same time.That's what I kept telling myself after clicking on the club's profile, I pause, then type a DM.I want to be chased and ambushed. In the dark. Where you can use me and no one knows.They read it. But no dots appear.I stare at my screen for what seems like hours, but no reply comes.So I flip my phone and groan when it falls on my face.What the hell have I done?I’ve been asking myself that question ever since I woke up this morning with an epic headache and an ache between my legs. Why the bloody hell did I message a sex club and tell them about my darkest fantasies?I had gotten over that situation, I even forgot about it. Until I received a reply from them. They had paired me with someone. They explained how they had sent him my details.Oh, God.A few

DianaI made out with my boss. My employer and I do not regret it. I'd been working with him for more than a month now and this was the first time we had ever really acted out on our desires. The first time was that mistaken kiss and I believe that was when everything went downhill. It was the time I was unable to go to bed every night without touching my aching cunt to the thought of my boss.Going to the kitchen to place my purse on the hook, I stopped dead in my tracks when I saw what awaited me. Christian stood next to the coffee pot as it percolated, his perfectly tailored pants hugging his body like a glove.He’d put a little weight back on since I'd started working for him, and damn did he fill out those pants nicely. The top few buttons of his white dress shirt were undone, his tie hanging loosely around his neck. The sight brought me back to my first day here when I helped him with his tie. He hadn’t asked since, but I wondered if he left it like that because he needed my hel

YvonneI can't believe I was stupid enough to agree to this marriage! Now I'm stuck with a dangerous man that my body can't stop reacting to.He’s laughing. And I’m dying inside.“Wife!” Daniel shouts after me.My inhale is choppy. “Fuck you!”I have one foot out of the bedroom, wondering if his driver will take me if I ask to leave when a large wet body collides with my back.I’m so worked up the shock makes me scream.“Oh, you’ll fuck me, alright.” Daniel lifts me, just like he did this morning, and backs us into the bedroom.“Get off me!”I hear him kick the door shut. “No.”I struggle, but his arms are solid muscle, and his hold doesn’t budge. “Put me down.”“You don’t hate me.” He walks us straight to the bed and then throws me down. I land on my stomach, but before I can roll over, he’s on top of me. His still-sopping-wet body presses into mine. “You want to.” I try to push up, but he snags my wrists and holds them together in one of his large hands above my head. “But you can’t