All Chapters of The Den of Desires (Erotica Short Stories): Chapter 61 - Chapter 66

CAMILLA“Make love to me,” I whispered. “All of me. Now.”His breath shuddered out of him. And then he moved.He discarded his pants in a swift motion, his body all hard muscle and taut, desperate control.My eyes traced every inch of him, shoulders, chest, stomach… cock and gods, he was thick, long, flushed dark with need and mine.He shifted between my legs, one hand curling under my knee to spread me wider. I was still soaked, trembling, wrecked from the orgasms he’d wrung from me.Every nerve was exposed. Every inch of me, begging and then he aligned himself to my entrance slow, careful, and reverent.“Rhysand,” I whispered, digging my nails into his shoulders.He pushed in.Slowly.The thick head of him breached me and knocked the air out of my lungs. My back arched off the bed as my body stretched to accommodate him, a gasp tearing from my lips at the overwhelming sensation.I can never get used to how big he is.“Fuuuck,” he growled, eyes fluttering shut. “So tight… gods, Camil

CAMILLA “Mate!”Our wolves said in perfect unison, voices like thunder and moonlight, echoing across the chapel, across every soul present.Before anyone could breathe, Rhysand was moving.So was I.It felt like my legs were no longer my own, like something ancient and unshakable had taken over. My body knew where to go… to him and his own knew to come to me.We met in the middle of the aisle, and the second his hands touched my waist, the world slipped away.The impact of him knocked the wind from my lungs, but I didn’t care. A jolt, hot and exhilarating, ripped through me, lighting every nerve on fire and then he kissed me.It wasn’t soft. It wasn’t shy. It was everything, fated and raw, a collision of soul and skin.Our lips clashed, and yet somehow, we were perfectly in sync. Like a tug-of-war where neither of us wanted to win, only to feel more.He held me like he couldn’t get close enough. Like I was the only thing that had ever made sense. His mouth moved over mine; desperate,

NIAI swallowed thickly, my throat bobbing up and down as I took in the man before me. He was tall… really tall. The height difference between us was almost ridiculous, honestly. His chest was huge, and his biceps were to die for. My mouth watered at the way his black button-up hugged his firmly muscled frame. My eyes finally raised to his face, and underneath the mask, I could note his piercing eyes. They were a deep grey colour, and they held a certain look I couldn't quite place. “Nice to meet you,” he said lowly. His voice was rough and gravely, and just the pure timbre of it made shivers run down my spine. “I'm Damon.” I clenched my thighs together as discreetly as I could, sitting upright as I finally turned around fully to face him. I sipped on my glass of cold Shirley Temple as I met his gaze head-on. Kai's words echoed in my head. Don't look anyone in the eyes for too long. Slowly, I lowered my eyes, instead focusing on a part of his chin as I spoke. “I'm Nia.” Damon