MIDNIGHT DESIRES: A Collection Of Erotic Tales

“You’re my wife.”

His voice was deep and rough. He sat on the couch like he owned the place, legs spread wide and dark eyes locked on mine. He looked like he was daring me to say something back.

“One you forced into marriage,” I said, crossing my arms. “I’m only your wife on paper. That’s all.”

How dare he? He thought he could control me just because we were married? My blood boiled, but at the same time, I hated how good he looked sitting there. His white shirt was open at the top, showing just enough of his chest to make my heart skip. The muscles in his arms tensed when he leaned forward.

Then he smirked, slow and confident. “You belong to me. Body, mind, and soul.”

My heart thumped harder, but I stood my ground. “In your dreams,” I said, rolling my eyes even though my skin was starting to feel hot.

His gaze grew even darker. His voice dropped lower, like he was trying to get under my skin. “You don’t know what I could do to you. Especially to that mouth of yours.”

I lifted my chin. “Good thing you won’t get the chance,” I snapped, turning around to walk out.

But I didn’t get far.

His hand grabbed my arm and pulled me back fast. I gasped, and before I knew what was happening, I was on his lap. Straddling him. My legs on either side of his strong thighs. He wrapped an arm around my waist, holding me tight, not letting me move.

“W-what are you doing?” I breathed out, my voice shaky.

My dress had slid up, and now my lace panties were pressed right against the hard bulge in his pants. My cheeks burned. My heart was racing so fast I thought it might burst.

“Teaching you a lesson,” he said in a low voice. His lips touched my ear, and I felt his warm breath. It gave me goosebumps. Then he started kissing my neck, slow and soft. Each kiss made my skin feel hot.

I shook a little, trying not to make a sound. I bit my lip so I wouldn’t moan. His hand slid up my side, pushing my braids out of the way. Then it went down and stopped on my butt. He grabbed it, and I hated how my body reacted.

“Let me go,” I said. I tried to move away, but it didn’t help. Instead, my hips pressed against him. I felt a sharp spark of pleasure. He was getting harder under me. A deep sound came from his throat.

“Do that again,” he growled, “and I’ll bend you over this couch and fuck till you’re dripping.”

My whole body shook. His words were rough and dirty, but something about them made my chest feel tight. I should’ve been mad. I should’ve slapped him and walked away.

But I wanted to do it again. I wanted to move against him just to feel that amazing feeling one more time. But I couldn’t let him think he had control. Not yet.

He kept kissing me, slow and soft, going down my neck little by little. When he reached the spot where my neck met my shoulder, he stopped. His lips stayed there, and he started sucking gently. Heat rushed through me, and I bit my lip hard so I wouldn’t make a sound.

“Are you sure you want me to let you go?” he whispered against my skin.

Then I felt his teeth. He bit me, not hard, but enough to make me gasp. Right after, he blew cool air over the spot and kissed it gently, like he was saying sorry.

I was losing control. Without meaning to, I tilted my head, letting him get closer.

His hand squeezed my butt harder, and I couldn’t stop the way my body shook.

“N-No,” I said, my voice shaky. I hated how weak I sounded. I should’ve told him to stop. I should’ve pushed him away. But what he was doing felt too good. My body wanted more, even if my mind said no.

He pulled back a little and looked me in the eyes. His gaze was dark and full of heat, like he already knew he was winning. “Good girl,” he said in a deep voice that made my stomach twist. Then, before I could think, he kissed me hard.

His kiss was rough and full of control. It was the kind of kiss that left no room for doubt—he was in charge. His tongue slid along my lips, asking to come in, but I pressed them shut. I wasn’t going to give in that easily. Two could play this game.

For a second, I thought I had the upper hand. He kept kissing me, slow and steady, like he was letting me lead. But I was wrong.

His hand moved again. This time, it slid down between my legs. I gasped, but it was too late. He pushed my panties to the side, and then his fingers touched me right where I was most sensitive.

He rubbed gently. My whole body lit up with heat, and I couldn’t stop the moan that slipped out.

I gasped, surprised and full of pleasure. My body wasn’t listening to me anymore. In that one weak moment, he took his chance. His tongue pushed into my mouth, strong and sure. I moaned as our tongues moved together, and his fingers kept doing those wicked things between my legs.

The second our tongues touched, I felt like I might fall apart. It was too much, too strong. I didn’t even know a kiss could taste that good—like mint and something a little like whisky. A soft moan slipped out of me as he pulled his hand away from between my legs. Then, he wrapped one strong arm around my waist and pulled me close to him.

He didn’t stop kissing me as he stood up, lifting me like I weighed nothing. My legs wrapped around his waist without me even thinking about it. We were locked together, tight.

He walked slowly, like he knew exactly what he was doing. I felt the mattress under me as he laid me down, his lips still on mine the whole time. The kiss was deep, hot, and wild. I felt like I was sinking into him, like I couldn’t breathe. I finally pulled away, gasping for air, my chest moving fast. My whole body was shaking, full of need I didn’t want to admit out loud.

His hands moved down to my hips, grabbing the fabric of my dress. Nicanor looked down at me, his eyes dark and full of something that made my heart race. He looked strong and serious in the soft light, like he knew exactly what he was doing.

My breath caught when his fingers touched my shoulders. His thumbs rubbed my skin gently as he slowly pushed the straps of my dress down. He didn’t rush. Every little movement felt like it meant something.

He acted like he had full control, like he could feel every little shake in my body. The straps slipped off my arms, and the dress fell down, showing my chest. The cold air hit my skin, making it tingle. My nipples went hard, and my skin felt warm all over under his deep stare.