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مؤلف: T.M Tales
last update تاريخ النشر: 2026-05-06 05:08:23

The footsteps were getting louder, multiple sets now, I could hear old Mr. Hargrove’s wheezing breath and the sharper click of Father’s shoes on the stone, they were coming straight for the storage room.

Alexander shoved me behind an old oak cabinet, his body tense like a coiled spring, the knife was already in his hand, a wicked-looking thing he must’ve kept for bike repairs or God knows what else, his other hand gripped my wrist so tight it hurt.

“Stay behind me,” he whispered, voice low and
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  • UNTAMED DESIRES   Forged

    Father’s voice boomed through the rain like thunder from the pulpit. “Vale! Open this door or I swear before God I’ll break it down!”Alexander was still buried deep inside me, thick and throbbing, my legs wrapped around his waist on the old workbench. His hand stayed clamped over my mouth, eyes locked on mine wild, possessive, and furious all at once.“Don’t make a fucking sound,” he breathed.I nodded, my pussy fluttered around his cock, still aching and oversensitive from everything he’d already done to me tonight. His cum from the church was still leaking out around where we were joined.He slowly pulled out, making me whimper at the loss. Then he yanked me off the bench, spun me around, and bent me over it instead. My breasts pressed against the cold, scarred wood, nipples hard and sensitive, he kicked my legs wider.“Stay right here,” he growled low. “Just like this.”I heard him zip up roughly and grab something heavy probably a wrench or crowbar. My skirt was still bunched aro

  • UNTAMED DESIRES   Run

    The footsteps were getting louder, multiple sets now, I could hear old Mr. Hargrove’s wheezing breath and the sharper click of Father’s shoes on the stone, they were coming straight for the storage room.Alexander shoved me behind an old oak cabinet, his body tense like a coiled spring, the knife was already in his hand, a wicked-looking thing he must’ve kept for bike repairs or God knows what else, his other hand gripped my wrist so tight it hurt.“Stay behind me,” he whispered, voice low and deadly. “If it goes bad, you run, back crypt passage, don’t look back.”I wanted to argue, but there was no time. My thighs were still sticky with his cum, my skirt wrinkled and damp, my blouse missing two buttons. I looked exactly like what I was: the vicar’s daughter who’d just been fucked senseless in the house of God.The door handle rattled violently.“Locked from the inside,” Father snarled. “Break it if you have to.”Wood splintered.Alexander moved like lightning, he yanked open the hidd

  • UNTAMED DESIRES   Caught in the Threshold

    The door handle rattled again, harder this time. Father’s voice interrupted.“Eleanor! Open this door at once, I can hear voices.”Alexander’s hand was still clamped tight over my mouth, his body pinning me to the cold stone wall. His cock was already pushing inside me thick, hot, stretching me open, just the head, but it burned in the most delicious way. I was so wet from coming on his fingers that I could feel my own slick dripping down my thighs.My heart was going to explode.He didn’t pull out, if anything, he pressed forward another inch, forcing me to take more of him. A broken whimper tried to escape against his palm.“Shh,” he breathed right against my ear, so quiet it was almost nothing, his voice was rough, strained with the effort of holding back. “Not a sound.”I nodded frantically, tears pricking my eyes from the overwhelming mix of terror and need, my father was right there, the man who’d preached about sin and temptation every Sunday for my entire life and here I was,

  • UNTAMED DESIRES   Hiding in the Dark

    My father’s voice echoed through the nave like judgment.“Eleanor? I know you’re here, I saw the light.”Panic shot through me so hard my knees nearly gave out, Alexander’s grip on my wrist increased, almost painful, his eyes met mine, dark, no trace of the teasing from moments ago.He didn’t speak, just yanked me through the narrow side door into the old rectory storage rooms, the air was colder here, thick with dust and the smell of old wood and forgotten hymnals. He pulled the heavy door shut behind us with barely a sound, then pressed me against the wall, his big body shielding mine completely.My heart was hammering so loud I was sure Father would hear it, Alexander’s hand came up and covered my mouth firmly, his palm warm and rough, his lips brushed my ear, voice barely a whisper.“Not a fucking sound.”I nodded frantically, his fingers were still damp from being inside me, and the smell of my own arousal on his skin made fresh heat pool between my legs even as terror twisted my

  • UNTAMED DESIRES   The Vicar's Daughter

    Father would kill me if he knew I’d slipped out again but the moment I saw his motorbike parked behind the old stone wall, something twisted low in my belly and I stopped thinking straight, Alexander Vale, he wasn’t supposed to be back in Willowbrook, not after what happened five years ago, not after the entire village whispered that the vicar’s youngest daughter had been ruined by the blacksmith’s son, they were wrong, of course.He’d never even touched me back then, not really. Just one stolen kiss behind the forge that still burned in my memory every single night.Now he was thirty-one, broader, harder, with rain-soaked dark hair and a leather jacket that smelled of oil and smoke when he moved past me. He’d come to fix the church organ, apparently. Father had no choice but to hire him, the only decent mechanic for miles who could handle the ancient thing.I watched him from the shadows as he worked under the dim yellow bulb, sleeves rolled up, forearms corded with muscle and old sc

  • UNTAMED DESIRES   Eternal

    POV: Alex“Stay with me all night, baby. This is our last chance before your father comes home tomorrow,” Elena whispered as she led me into the master bedroom, her hand trembling slightly in mine. The house felt quieter than ever, like it knew what was coming.She closed the door softly and turned to face me. Her eyes were softer tonight, filled with something deeper than just lust. “I don’t want to rush. I want to feel every second with you.”We stood there for a long moment, just looking at each other. Then I pulled her close and kissed her slowly. Her lips were warm and yielding. She sighed into my mouth, her hands sliding up my chest to wrap around my neck. I tasted the faint sweetness of the wine we’d shared earlier.Elena stepped back and let her silk robe fall to the floor, revealing her naked body in the low lamplight. I undressed too, never breaking eye contact. When we were both bare, she took my hand and guided me to the bed.We lay down facing each other. I traced my fing

  • UNTAMED DESIRES   Dawn's Redemption

    The distorted voice on the phone crackled like static from the storm outside: "Don't trust Damon. He's the one who pushed her." Then the line went dead, leaving me clutching the receiver, naked and trembling in the bedroom doorway. Damon still gripped my arm, his fingers bruising from where he'd ju

  • UNTAMED DESIRES   Shattered Illusions

    The police knock rattled the door like thunder, jolting me from the haze of our tangled limbs on the bed. My body still throbbed from Alex's thrusts, slick and spent between my thighs, but now fear clawed up my spine. The TV blared the news anchor's voice: "...woman identified as Laura Harlan, 32,

  • UNTAMED DESIRES   Tangled Truths

    The text burned into my retinas like a brand: Hope you're enjoying my husband. Merry Christmas. - LauraMy hand shook as I stared at the screen, the phone's glow casting harsh shadows in the dim bedroom. Alex's weight shifted beside me on the bed, his skin still slick against mine from our frantic

  • UNTAMED DESIRES   Whispers After Midnight

    My body was still humming, thighs sticky and sore in the best way, but now my heart jackhammered for a different reason. Alex tensed beside me on the couch, his arm freezing mid-caress on my shoulder. The blanket slipped a little, exposing my bare hip to the cool air. "Who the hell is that?" I whi

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