บททั้งหมดของ MIDNIGHT DESIRES: A Collection Of Erotic Tales : บทที่ 1 - บทที่ 10

"Beautiful," he murmured, his voice thick with want as he leaned down, his lips barely brushing the swell of my breast. His warm breath fanned across my skin, and I couldn’t stop the way my back arched up toward him, desperate for more of his touch. His mouth moved lower, kissing a slow path down my chest as his hands explored every curve of my body, as though he was committing each part of me to memory.His hands slid down my waist, fingers grazing the edge of my dress, now bunched up around my hips. With a single, commanding tug, he began to pull it down, the fabric dragging sensually along my thighs. His touch was so deliberate, so maddeningly slow, that it felt like every inch of my skin was being electrified.I gasped as the dress slipped past my hips and down my legs, leaving me in nothing but a pair of lace panties. Nicanor's green eyes darkened with hunger as he took in the sight of me lying beneath him, exposed, vulnerable, and completely his. "You're perfect," he rasped, hi

The office was dimly lit, only the soft glow of desk lamps illuminating the space. The clock on the wall ticked steadily, marking the passing hours as Sarah and her boss, James, worked in silence. It was well past eight, and the building had long since emptied, leaving the two of them alone to finalize the end-of-quarter reports. James sat across from her, his sleeves rolled up, tie loosened, and the top button of his shirt undone, revealing a glimpse of his toned chest. His dark hair was slightly disheveled, likely from running his hands through it in frustration earlier. The silence between them wasn’t unusual—James was always quiet, focused, and stern. But tonight, the atmosphere felt different. Charged.Sarah tried to focus on the spreadsheet in front of her, but she couldn’t ignore the way James’s presence seemed to command the room, the way her body reacted to his proximity. Every time he glanced in her direction, her pulse quickened, and her stomach fluttered with an excitemen

[Kinks: Roommates, secret sex, risk]Her roommate was asleep. She wasn’t. Not anymore.The digital clock blinked 2:13 a.m.The room was quiet except for the gentle hum of the fan and the soft rustle of sheets every now and then. In the bed across from her, Lena’s roommate was sleeping soundly, completely oblivious to the storm brewing under the covers on the other side of the room.Lena lay still on her back, heart pounding, breath shallow. She could feel him beside her, his body hot and heavy under the same blanket, their limbs barely touching, yet her skin burned.This was dangerous.He wasn’t supposed to be here. Boys weren’t allowed in the girls’ dorm after midnight. If they got caught, they'd both be in trouble. But she hadn’t told him to leave. She hadn’t wanted to.He turned his head and whispered her name, low and deep, his breath tickling her cheek.“I can hear your heartbeat,” he murmured, lips brushing her ear. “It’s so loud.”She swallowed hard. “You shouldn’t be here.”“A

[Kinks: BDSM, bidding, dominance and submission]The room was dark, except for the soft flicker of candles that lined the walls and cast warm shadows over the gathered crowd. The air smelled faintly of sandalwood and leather, mixing with the quiet murmurs and soft laughter of people dressed in black and wearing masks. I felt out of place — and yet, there was an electric buzz in my chest that told me this night would change everything.I clutched my small purse tightly as I stood near the back, heart pounding like a drum. How did I end up here? The invitation had been mysterious, the address a secret, and now I was about to be the prize at something called the Midnight Auction.My breath caught when a tall man in a tailored black suit stepped onto the stage. His mask covered half his face, but his dark eyes scanned the room like a predator looking for its next meal. His voice cut through the quiet like silk wrapped in steel.“Ladies and gentlemen,” he began, “welcome to the Midnight Au

I smiled nervously and wrapped my hand around him more firmly this time. His skin was warm—really warm—and it felt kind of soft and smooth but strong underneath, like velvet stretched over steel. I started to move my hand gently up and down, not too fast, just trying to figure it out.Then he inhaled sharply, his body tensing a little. I panicked for a second, thinking maybe I was doing something wrong, so I stopped moving.But his eyes caught mine right away. They were darker now, filled with something deeper—wanting, needing. “Please,” he whispered, his voice rough and quiet, “don’t stop. Touch me, baby.”His big hand rested over mine, warm and steady, and I felt the strength in his fingers as he gently moved my hand up and down. He didn’t rush—his pace was slow, controlled, like he wanted me to learn how to touch him just right. I focused, watching how he did it, feeling every little reaction from him, every shift in his breathing.After a few strokes, he let go of my hand, letting