Résultats pour "Questa" dans Érotisme

He was a shadow, ever shifting and insinuating, able to blend in everywhere and anywhere. The elusive ideal conceived and created by the Genetics Council, he went by just as many names as he had identities - the last one being Gideon.

Twenty-six-year-old Mara Altman wanted to know what all the screaming was about. She'd lost her virginity at seventeen; grown up in southern California with sexually free parents; had lovers in India, Burma, and Peru; and spent a year in Bangkok observing all manner of depravity. And yet she was an attractive, successful, single woman in New York who'd never had an orgasm. And so she embarked on a wildly funny, emotionally resonant odyssey - a journey both inside and outside herself - only to discover that, for Mara, orgasm was connected to a part of her that no vibrator could reach.

Meet Olive Persimmon. Growing up, she looked exactly like Danny DeVito, except she was thirteen and a girl. By some miracle, she grew into a relatively normal, well-adjusted thirty-something woman living in New York City—with one notable exception: she hasn’t had sex in five years, one month, three days, two-point-five hours . . . and counting.

He is alpha and that should mean control but as he walks the streets of his city, through the smells and the sounds of humanity comes the unmistakable scent burned into his instincts by his pure bloodline. An omega is in the city, and that's not possible because the last omega has already died. His body tells him otherwise, though, and will Adam be able to resist a descent into madness as his very being compels him to violence until he finds her?

Saul knows better than to get involved. He should stand by and watch the mob hang the man they have dragged past him through the streets. But there's a challenge in the man's eyes that excites him. Saul claims his prize but soon finds his Vampiric lust is turned against him. Gabriel becomes his weakness and carves a mark of grace on his damned soul.

The beautiful monster holds my body and soul in his brutal fingers. I’m his to use. His to dominate. His to command like a puppet on a stage for dirty eyes across the dark web. I shouldn’t want this. Shouldn’t want him. Shouldn’t want to take every dark instruction from his lips and give him my everything. But I do. It should be about the money. About saving my sister from certain doom and bailing us both out of financial misery. It should be about forging a new life, a new world for the pair of us once my 60 days are served. But it’s not. Not anymore. It’s about him.