Unholy Cravings: A Collection Of Steamy Stories. のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 11 - チャプター 20

Elena spent the next three days trying to bury the memory of Viktor under layers of spreadsheets, black coffee, and sheer denial.She arrived at the office before dawn each morning with her ponytail pulled tighter than usual, and her blouse buttoned one notch higher. She threw herself into her piles of workload with ferocious focus, tracing illicit funds through shell companies, cross-referencing transaction logs, and building an airtight case for her corporate clients. During lunch she ate at her desk with her earbuds in, and music turned up loud enough to drown out the low husky voice that kept echoing in her head... “Such a good little analyst. Taking my cock so deep.”At night she stayed up in her bed, staring at the ceiling with her thighs pressed together against the phantom ache between them. She could still feel the thick stretch of his cock, the heat of his cum flooding her, and the way his strong hand had wrapped around her throat with perfect, terrifying control. Every time

Elena woke up to the gentle rocking of the Velvet Eclipse and the heavy warmth of Viktor’s arm wrapped possessively across her waist in the brilliant sunlight coming through the cabin window. Her body ached beautifully in all the right and wrong places... delicious reminders of the railing under the stars, the desk, and the final bout in the steamy shower where she had moaned “Sir” while he filled her again and again.She turned in his arms to meet those storm-dark eyes, and a part of her wanted to demand that he take her back to shore immediately. Another part however... the part that had pushed back so lustfully against his thrusts and begged for more... wanted this dangerous fantasy to last just a little while longer.Viktor stirred, grazing her shoulder with his stubble as he pressed a slow kiss to her neck. “Morning, little analyst,” he murmured in a voice that was rough with sleep and satisfaction. “You took everything I gave you so well last night. Maybe I’ll let you go home aft

Dalia's brain was still trying to wrap around what was going on when the shirtless demi god in front of her tilted his head slightly, that lazy smile never leaving his face."Levi," he said, extending a large, calloused hand toward her. "And before you try to pretend you were not staring, let me just say any guy stupid enough to cheat on a woman who looks like you deserves to have his dick chopped off."Dalia blinked as her hand automatically slipped into his. His grip was warm and firm, sending a stupid little spark straight up her arm. "Dalia," she managed to reply, her voice sounding smaller than she wanted. "And thanks? I think?"Lucy, still walking on her treadmill like this was the best entertainment she had gotten in months, let out a loud cackle. "See? Even perfect strangers can tell that Jake was a walking red flag with a tiny dick. Hi, I am Lucy, the best friend who dragged her sorry ass here."Levi chuckled as he released Dalia's hand, but he did not step back. "Nice to mee

Chapter 4Levi froze the moment he heard her sob. He pulled back immediately, his mouth still wet from her juices and the hunger in his eyes switching to concern in an instant. He moved up the bed and lay beside her, gathering Dalia into his arms without any hesitation.“Hey… hey, it’s okay,” he said softly.“We don’t have to do anything at all. Just breathe, Dalia. I’ve got you right here.”Dalia buried her face against his chest as tears still fell hot and fast down her cheeks. Her whole body shook with the sudden rush of emotion that had so suddenly overwhelmed her. “I’m sorry… I really thought I could do this… but it all came rushing back. Jake… my ex… everything we had. I feel so stupid right now.”“You’re not stupid,” Levi murmured gently, pressing a light kiss to the top of her head. “You’ve been through some real shit, and it's only been three weeks since it happened. That kind of pain doesn't just disappear because you want it to. If you want to stop, we can stop right now. N

Chapter 1After a five hour ride that felt like torture, Layla Thompson finally arrived at her hometown just as the sunlight began to fade into the horizon. Her entire body was buzzing with pent-up excitement and raw sexual frustration, and she just couldn't wait to let loose and forget all her worries. Twenty-one years old and freshly done with her final exams of the semester, she had impatiently been counting down the days for weeks and now here she was at last. She had spent most of the journey with her thighs pressed tightly together, imagining filthy fantasies about Tony in her mind.Tony... her tall, athletic boyfriend with the deep, commanding voice and the thick, veined cock that stretched her so perfectly. They had not seen each other in person since winter break, and the long-distance teasing they managed through late-night phone calls and increasingly naughty videos had left her pussy constantly aching and dripping. She fantasized about surprising him