Semua Bab Crave: A Collection Of Wicked Desires: Bab 121 - Bab 130

I didn’t mean to go this far.The trail vanished an hour ago, and the trees shouldn’t be this tall, this still. Everything felt off—the air too quiet, the ground too soft, the light too silver. It clung to the fog like silk, spilling over bark and branch like someone had painted the forest with moonlight.But I couldn’t turn back.Something pulled me forward.Not a sound exactly. More like a feeling. Like the beat of a song I didn’t know I remembered, thumping low in my ribs. Every step deeper into the woods made my skin tighten, my thighs press closer together. The night tasted like nectar and heat.And then I saw him.He was standing between the trees like he’d always been there. Like the forest had grown around him.No shirt. No shoes. Just pale skin like polished stone and hair that hung dark and long over broad, carved shoulders. His eyes—God—his eyes were not human. They weren’t even a color. They shimmered like oil in water, endless and shifting, looking straight into me.I fro

He didn’t put me down.My body was limp in his arms, boneless and soaked, legs still wrapped weakly around his waist. My pussy throbbed—full, sore, dripping. I could feel his seed leaking out of me, sliding down my thighs, soaking into the moss.Rael licked the blood from the bite on my shoulder.Soft. Almost tender.Then he pulled out.I gasped, head falling back, my cunt clenching hard around the emptiness. A fresh spill of wetness dripped down my legs.“Look at that,” he murmured, watching it. “Already losing me.”I whimpered. My body was still twitching. Too much—but not enough. I hated how empty I suddenly felt. Like my body needed him again before it had even finished coming down.“You thought I was finished?” Rael said.He turned me in his arms.Bent me forward over a moss-covered rock.The bark dug into my palms. My legs were still shaking. My ass was bare, my soaked panties tangled around one ankle. I opened my mouth to speak—but all I could do was moan as his hands spread me

She walked into my club like sin wrapped in skin — heartbroken, reckless, and burning for something she didn’t even know how to name.Pride was thick with heat and bass, bodies pressed together under lights that flashed like fever dreams, and still, she pulled my gaze like gravity. Not because of her beauty, though she had enough of it to swallow men whole.It was the fire in her eyes. That flicker of pride still clinging to her like the last piece of armor she didn’t want to shed.Delicious.She made her way to the bar, clutching her drink like a weapon, her mouth set tight, her throat moving when she swallowed. I watched her ignore the man beside her—sweaty, insistent, leaning in too close.I didn’t intervene. Not yet.Because I wanted to see what she’d do.And then she did something stupid. Something perfect.She grabbed my wrist.“We’re together,” she said, her voice sharp and breathless. Her hand trembled, just slightly. “Back off.”The man backed away with a muttered curse, but

The club was a cage of heat and hunger, thick with sweat and stifled moans. I didn’t belong to the crowd or the music. I belonged to him, the boy on the stage, slick with sweat, skin shining under the neon like he was made of sin itself.His body was a masterpiece of lean muscle and soft curves, every inch carved for pleasure and ruin. His cock pressed hard against those tight, black pants, thick and needy, pulsing with desperate life. The way it twitched with every hip roll was like a fucking challenge, and I was ready to answer.His ass was the perfect target—round, firm, begging to be grabbed, spread, fucked until he screamed. The skin was flushed pink, glistening with sweat and the promise of broken nights.He moved like he knew what he was doing, eyes scanning the room but catching mine, locking in with a hunger that matched mine. That fleeting smirk? That little flash of reckless bravado? It was the kind of stupid brave that made me want to tear him apart and put him back togeth

I peeled their clothes away slowly, savoring how their skin flushed beneath my gaze. He sank to his knees without a word, lips already slick, eyes dark with hunger that mirrored my own. She lay back on the bed, legs spread wide, fingers clutching the sheets, breath ragged and shallow but still, none of it would ever be enough.I grabbed his hair, yanking him close until his mouth hovered over my cock. “Suck,” I growled, voice low and rough like a command.His mouth closed around me, hot and wet, tongue swirling, sucking hard as if trying to swallow me whole. His hands gripped my hips, nails digging in, pulling me deeper until a groan tore from my throat—yet I was never sated, never full.His mouth was tight, wet, slick with spit and need. I thrust forward just enough to fuck his mouth, feeling his throat clench around me. I gripped his hair harder, holding him captive to my pleasure, taking without mercy.My mouth dipped between her thighs, tongue flicking over swollen lips, tasting s