บททั้งหมดของ Crave: Wicked Desires: บทที่ 131 - บทที่ 140

The couch was warm under me, still damp with sweat and cum, but Wrath’s voice echoed in my head. ‘Pick yourself up.’I dragged my body upright, every muscle aching in that lazy, sore way I kind of liked. Cum slid down my thigh as I shuffled toward the stairs, not bothering to grab clothes. What was the point? Wrath had seen every inch of me already, and so had the couch cushions.Upstairs, the bedroom was dim, but the full-length mirror across from the bed caught me like a flashbulb. I stopped, blinking at the reflection.Eyes wide, rimmed red from crying. Cheeks streaked with tears. Hair sticking up like I’d just rolled out of hell.And when I turned, spreading my ass with one hand—fuck. My skin was red, stretched, still slick with Wrath’s cum.I swallowed, heat pooling low in my stomach. My fingers slid between my thighs without me telling them to, the faint ache making me hiss. All I could think about was how deep he’d been, how his voice had sounded when he growled in my ear.One

The doors were almost shut when I stepped in, already regretting not taking the damn stairs. And there he was—Mr. Cole, my boss, standing there like he owned the place.He didn’t even blink at me, just let his eyes rake slowly down my body, as if he was deciding whether I’d dressed for the office or for something else. The way his gaze lingered sent a shiver straight to my core.I hit my floor button, turning away to face the doors. I could feel that smirk tug at his lips. We lived on the same floor. Lucky me.Suddenly, the elevator jerked violently to a stop between floors. My whole body pitched forward, and my palm slammed hard against the cold steel wall. Then I felt his hand—rough and firm—landing on my hip, steadying me, but also claiming me.“You could let go,” I said flatly, refusing to meet his eyes.“I could,” he said, voice low and steady, right next to my ear, “but you’re not telling me to.”I spun around to face him, ready to shoot back something back. But he’d already clo

“Breathe,” he said, voice dark with amusement, “because I’m not stopping once I’m inside you.”She barely had time to drag in air before he shoved forward, sinking into her in one long, merciless stroke. The stretch made her cry out, her nails clawing at the slick porcelain as the water rocked violently around them.“Fuck—” she gasped, the word breaking when he ground deeper, his cock filling her so completely she felt him press against her cervix.He groaned low in his chest, leaning over her so close she could see droplets clinging to the black scales that disappeared beneath the water. “Tight little thing,” he murmured, dragging back just far enough to slam back in, the sound of wet flesh meeting echoing off the tiles.The rhythm was brutal from the start. His hips snapping forward, water splashing over the edge of the tub, tail flexing tighter every time she tried to shift. His grip on her hips forced her to take every thrust, the friction inside her dizzying, her clit catching on

I was trembling, cock still twitching, body slick with sweat, when Ethan pressed himself closer, chest warm against my back, weight heavy, commanding. His hands roamed over me again—one gripping my hip, dragging me against him, the other sliding along my spine, thumb brushing over the sensitive skin at the base of my cock.“Still dripping, still needy…” he murmured, lips brushing my ear. “Look at you. Pretending you’re done when you’re not. You’re mine, Liam.”I whimpered, rocking against him instinctively, body still raw, ass clenching at the ghost of the first orgasm. “I… I can’t… please…” My voice was broken, trembling.His chuckle was low, dark, a predator’s sound that made my stomach coil. He shifted slightly, cock grinding along mine again, friction sharp, slick, maddening. Every press, every tease made me gasp, knees weakening against the desk.“God, you feel so good,” he whispered, tongue grazing my shoulder, teeth nipping, pressing hot marks across my skin. “So tight, so wet…

Alexander didn’t wait. His cock pressed against her, hard and insistent, and Emily shivered, hips lifting instinctively, trembling with need. He grabbed her hips, yanking her down onto the edge of the desk, and shoved inside her in one deep, greedy thrust. She cried out, nails digging into the wood, back arching as he filled her completely. Every nerve in her body screamed, body hot and slick, clinging to him as he pressed deep.He groaned low, leaning over her, chest brushing hers, hands gripping her hips like he could fuse them to the desk. Each slam drove her higher, harder, until her body felt like it belonged to him entirely. Her moans bounced off the walls, loud and desperate, every tremor of her body urging him faster, greedier.“You feel that?” he growled, teeth grazing her shoulder, lips brushing the shell of her ear. “All of this… yours for me. Mine to take.”Emily whimpered, bucking into him, trying to pull closer, but he held her still, pounding her relentlessly. Her walls