Reader

“In his long, eternal life, he had never witnessed a mortal who could defeat his creatures. He purposely created these monsters to be indestructible. And yet the little mortal murdered like it was the easiest thing in the world.”
― Holly Guy, Deaths New Pet

“Despite how horrifying today had been, my knees trembled when his warm body bucked softly against me. His eyes met mine in the mirror, and he gave one of those half-smiles only very hot guys could master.”
― Darcy Monroe, The Hall of Art and Pleasure

“God, she was gorgeous. Pure and cleanly beautiful. From the rounded crests of her cheeks to the delicate sweep of her jaw, she had the kind of face sculptors memorialized in marble and the rest of us gazed upon for centuries to come.
Of course she was beautiful. She was an actress. Meant to be idolized on the screen. Emma Maron, a.k.a Princess Anya, future queen and conqueror on Dark Castle. The guys and I used to watch the show while traveling between games. Anya was a favorite. Particularly since...
I'd seen her breasts. It hit me like a puck to the helmet, and my ears began to ring. I'd seen those perfect creamy handfuls with sweet pink tips that pointed upward, defying gravity and begging to be sucked. I had watched her on hands on knees, perky tits bouncing as Arasmus slammed into her from behind.
I actually blushed. Me. The guy who'd had dozens of women throw themselves at him every night since high school. I'd had sex so many times and in so many ways it had become a blur. Nothing shamed me or made me uncomfortable. Yet I started to get hot under the collar, my cheeks burning. After nearly a year of being disinterested in all things sexual, my dick decided to make its presence known and start rising. Now, of all times. Now, when I was stuck in a damn truck less than three feet from a woman, I finally got a hard-on. Lovely.
I felt like a damn lecher.
"At least it's a beautiful drive," she said, breaking through heated thoughts of creamy breasts with cotton candy nipples.”
― Kristen Callihan, Make It Sweet

“This time, there's nothing gentle about our kiss. It's all passion and wet kisses and curious hands.”
― Pranay Patil, Burgundy Winters: in Europe