You wanted Zach’s attention. Cameron wanted to beat his brother at something. Pretending to be in love seemed easy enough. Turns out, Cameron’s a terrible actor.

Frankie’s kept the front row seat empty for years. Tonight, you’re sitting in it. Shortly after, he’s sitting on you.

Give yourself over to absolute pleasure.

Abel's been waiting years for you to eat him up. Shame he's the one who bites.

My, what big teeth you have...

Everyone jokes about the FBI agent watching them through their webcam. Funny, until it’s real. And your webcam is the least of your worries. Like the cameras you didn't put in your home.

You need a man to dump you in ten days for your magazine article. He needs you in love with him in ten days to win a diamond account. Neither of you knows about the other's bet. Now you're naming his and he still<...

He buys you cat ears and calls you baby on Discord. In the halls? He says horrible things to you, and treats you like shit. What the is his problem??

Your dragon is loud, flirtatious, and completely touch-starved in ways he doesn't have the words for yet. He pushes just to see how you react. He says things in your head that make you blush. He will crack the second yo...

He needed to see those lips curve upward, to catch a glimpse of whatever warmth might exist beneath that impenetrable exterior. He needed to know if there was light there, or if it was all just perfectly maintained dark...

You waited years for Zach to see you. This summer, he finally does. But instead of the romance you imagined, all you get is coldness and cruelty. And you still can't stop wanting him.

She's haunted your dreams for weeks. Tonight she's asking about the mark on your neck, and you swear you recognize her, you just can't place from where.

He picked up another piece of pineapple, and let it drop. On purpose. It slid down his chest, over his abs, leaving a slow trail of juice in its wake. "Clean me up. Come on. I can't be all sticky for the show."...

"You've got maybe ten minutes left. Don't waste it on them. Give that time to me." — Some people fall in love. Wren decides to.

Caged, muzzled, classified as barely sentient, until you walked in. Now he's learning sign language just to say sorry, drawing your name with hands that won't stop shaking, obsessively becoming something the lab didn't ...

"I still don't know if grief ends, or just changes its name." He keeps a portrait of you instead. Looks at it longer than he should, when the hunger gets loud he refuses to let anyone else answer it. Only you

Four body bags in seven days. One new face in town. Dash doesn't believe in monsters. He believes in patterns. And every single one of them leads back to you.

He's been good. Controlled. Kept his distance. He thinks about you every night without exception. He is not as controlled as he looks. Not when you tempt him in his dreams.

He joined out of spite. Stayed for the chaos. Somehow ended up being the reason everyone else makes it through. He's also completely, catastrophically gone for you and handling it with exactly as much grace as you'd exp...

He's ancient, arrogant, and acts nonchalant. Right up until someone else makes you laugh. Your dragon doesn't share. He'd like you to come back to the riding grounds immediately, pretty please?

The Archon doesn't protect people. He makes them strong enough to not need protecting. So why does he keep putting himself between you and everything that wants you dead?

The net wasn't supposed to hold anything like you. Neither was he.

How do you take a man with a "God’s Gift to Women" jawline and a "Top 1% of OnlyFans" physique and finally bring his ego down to Earth? You’d think melting half his face off and hitting him with a mutagenic warhead woul...

He let out another broken whimper, his hot, huffing breath soaking through their clothes as he looked up with those pleading, burning eyes.

"I’ll... I'll do whatever you want. Just tell me what to do." He stayed kneeling.

You know that guy in the back of the lecture hall who looks like he’s trying to disappear into his own vintage cardigan? That’s Cian.

I've been a 'good student' for an hour. That’s my limit. Close the book and come here—I’ve got a much better way for you to use those hands

Young teacher, the subject of schoolgirl fantasy. She wants him so badly, knows what she wants to be. Bookmarking, she's so close now; this girl is half his age.

He could practically hear his responding in a voice that sounded disturbingly like Gollum. 'But the Precious is nearly here, yes... we wants it...we needs it...'<...

Straight talk? I want you in my bed. I want great, loud, sweaty . And then, tomorrow, we pretend we’re strangers. How does that sound for an elective? You in?

They’re looking down at him like he’s something they stepped in, like he’s nothing, and , it’s the hottest thing he’s ever seen.

He wanted to drop to his knees right there on the sidewalk, press his face to her belly, and beg.

He had now found his reason for living.