LOGINThe morning after we actually fucked, I woke up to Mia’s mouth on me again. Slow and lazy, like she had all the time in the world. I groaned low and threaded my fingers through her hair. She looked up at me with this wicked little smile around my cock before taking me deeper. “Morning wood special,” she whispered when she came up for air. We didn’t have long. I could already hear our parents in the kitchen. I pulled her up, kissed her hard, and flipped her onto her back. Two minutes later I was inside her again, quick and dirty, her legs locked around my waist while she bit my shoulder to keep quiet. We both came fast, her first, then me right after, pulling out and finishing on her inner thigh. We cleaned up in record time and walked out for breakfast like normal siblings. But everything felt different now. Every look, every accidental brush of skin felt loaded. Dad wanted to go fishing that morning. Mom decided to tag along, which left Mia and me with the house to ourselve
The last full night hit different. Elena packed most of her stuff during the day, leaving out just what she needed for the morning flight. Her suitcase sat by the door like a reminder, but she pushed the thought away. Tonight was about Marco. Nothing else. She showed up at his staff room just after midnight wearing a loose sundress and nothing underneath. He opened the door, pulled her inside, and locked it without a word. The small room felt even smaller with the tension between them. No massage table, no fancy resort sheets—just his bed, the surfboard in the corner, and the fan spinning lazily overhead. Marco kissed her like he was trying to memorize her mouth. Hands rough, desperately, sliding under her dress immediately. He backed her toward the bed and pushed her down, dropping to his knees between her legs. He ate her out like a man starving, delivering long, hungry licks, sucking her clit, two fingers pumping deep and steady. Elena gripped the sheets, hips bucking, moanin
Elena left the big sliding door to the balcony cracked open that night, letting the warm ocean breeze drift through the suite. The silk robe she wore barely reached her thighs and she had nothing on underneath. Her skin was still tingling from the afternoon session at the spa. She paced the living room, checking her phone every few minutes, heart beating faster than it should for a casual hookup. At 1:07 it buzzed. **Marco:** Outside. She opened the door quick and pulled him inside by his shirt, locking it behind him. He smelled like fresh soap and the night air, hair still a little damp. The second the lock clicked he had her pressed against the wall, mouth on hers, hands sliding under the robe to grab her bare ass. “Nice suite,” he muttered, but his eyes were on her, not the fancy furniture or the ocean view. They didn’t waste time talking. Marco pushed the robe off her shoulders and it pooled at her feet. He dropped to his knees right there in the living room, lifted one of h
The weekend at the cabin turned into something Lila hadn’t felt in lifetimes, peace. Real, quiet peace. They hiked a short trail around the lake on Sunday morning, hands brushing more than they needed to. Marcus skipped stones across the water while she watched, barefoot in the grass, wondering how the hell a mortal man had managed to quiet the constant roar in her head. Back at the cabin they didn’t even make it to the bedroom. Marcus bent her over the kitchen counter after lunch, jeans shoved down just enough, fucking her hard and fast while she gripped the edge and moaned loud enough to echo off the walls. No games, no performance. Just raw need. When he reached around to rub her clit she came so hard her knees buckled. He held her up, finishing with a deep groan against her shoulder. They laughed about it afterward, cleaning up and making coffee like it was the most normal thing in the world. But every time he touched her, Lila felt the hunger stir differently now. It wanted
Lila lasted three days. Three days of pacing her dingy little apartment in the bad part of town, the one she kept just because it looked normal enough on the outside. Three days of ignoring the gnawing pit in her gut that had nothing to do with regular hunger. She fed a little on a random guy at a gas station, barely enough to take the edge off—but it tasted like ash. Marcus texted her on the second day. Simple message. *Hey. That coffee still on the table if you want it.* She stared at her phone for twenty minutes before replying: *Busy. Tomorrow?* He answered right away. *Tomorrow works. My place or yours?* She told him his. Neutral ground. Easier to leave if she needed to. By the time she knocked on his door the next evening, she’d changed outfits three times. Settled on jeans and a soft sweater—something that didn’t scream *fuck me right now*, even though that’s exactly what she wanted, sorry needed. The hunger was getting louder, but every time she thought about drainin
Lila had done this a hundred times. Maybe a thousand. Slip into the world of the living, pick out some poor bastard who looked like he’d be easy to break, and drain him dry before dawn. That was the job. That was the hunger. Simple as that. Tonight the club smelled like cheap vodka, sweat, and too much cologne. Bass thumped through the floor. Lila moved through the crowd in a tight black dress that clung to every curve, the kind of dress that made men forget their own names. Her skin had that faint, unnatural glow under the colored lights,nothing anyone could put their finger on, just enough to hook them. She scanned the room slowly, lips parted, letting the energy of the place wash over her. There. He was sitting alone at the bar, nursing a whiskey. Dark hair, a little messy like he’d run his hands through itmany times. Strong jaw. Shoulders that filled out his button-down shirt nicely. He wasn’t the flashiest guy in the place, but something about the way he held himself caug
*A New Collection I was sprawled across my bed in nothing but the thin silk robe I’d stolen from Mom’s closet, the fabric slipping off one shoulder as I read Tyler’s latest text for the third time. “Babe, I’m dying over here. Send me something filthy so I can stroke to it before I lose my mind.”
The hotel room door barely clicked shut before hands were all over me. Not gentle. Not careful. Hungry. Mike shoved me backward onto the nearest bed so hard my back bounced on the mattress. The lamp cast ugly yellow light across the room, but nobody cared about romance. My head was still spinni
*A New Collection: After being in a four years relationship with Jake, Emily catches him and her bestfriend hooking up. Heartbroken - Leading her to get complicated with some nasty strengers in the bar ready to split her open if she asked for it.(This is a continuation from my last book - Unheard P
Mark stood there in the near-dark, the faint glow from my nightlight catching the hard line of his jaw and the massive bulge straining the front of his gray sweatpants. He didn’t look shocked nor angry. He just looked… hungry. Like he’d been waiting for this exact moment. He stepped all the wa







