Todos os capítulos de Wildest Desires: A Dark Erotic Short Story Collection : Capítulo 11 - Capítulo 20

Her long fingers slide in and out of me, her tongue flicking the bud between my folds, sucking my clit like it’s her life source. My legs hang open, my breasts bounce with the weight of my breathing, and my hands hug her tighter, pulling her closer.Her tongue continues to swipe at my folds, my body trembling under her touch.“Oh fuck, I think I’m about to cum,” I gasp.“Hmmm, cum baby, cum for me,” she whispers.I jerk against her face, my pussy squeezing tight and wetting her tongue as my body tenses and I explode.“Ahhhhh, oh my… fuck… aaaaaa. Fuck! Fuck, fuck, yeah… aaahh, mmmmm.”I shiver, my body twitching and vibrating like crazy. My vision disappears, everything becomes white. My throat closes up, my breath hitching. My nails dig into her skin and I exhale deeply. My eyes blur for a second before they start to clear, but my body continues to twitch as if it has a life of its own.I bite back a moan as Violet’s fingers slide out of my hole, and then her tongue pushes back in.“O

The air on the deck is biting, a sharp contrast to the heat radiating from the two men flanking me. Every time Bram leans in to press a piece of succulent meat to my lips, his fingers linger, brushing against my mouth just a second too long. My tongue accidentally swipes his skin, and the low, vibrational growl that leaves Rowan’s throat makes my toes curl into the dark wood of the deck.I look up at the sky. That sliver of red is wider now. The Blood Moon isn't just a color, it’s a feeling. It’s a heavy, electric pressure in the air that makes my skin feel too tight for my body."Eat, Chloe," Bram murmurs, his brown eyes tracking the way my throat swallows. "You’ll need the strength. The night is just beginning."I take a final bite, my chest heaving. I can’t tell if I’m shivering from the mountain chill or the sheer anticipation. They’ve been so patient, so generous in their care, but the way they look at me, like I’m the main course, tells me the patience is about to snap."I'm don

The fur of the dining table is slick with my own moisture as Bram’s hands hook under my armpits, hauling my limp, buzzing body upward. My head spins, the red-stained sky swirling above me like a whirlpool of blood and shadow. I can’t find my footing, my knees knocking together until Rowan’s massive palms slap against my hips, forcing me down onto my fours.The cool night air bites at my wet skin, but the heat radiating from the brothers is a physical wall. I’m exposed, completely, utterly vulnerable, with my backside arched toward the dark forest and my breasts hanging heavy, the nipples dragging against the soft white fur of the table runner.Paaaa!A sharp, stinging spank echoes across the deck, the sound cracking like a whip through the silent mountain air. I cry out, a startled, high-pitched yelp that is immediately swallowed by a dark, needy moan. My butt stings, the flesh throbbing under the mark Rowan just left."Look at her," Rowan rumbles, his voice vibrating in the small of

The Guard’s heat vanishes as abruptly as it arrived, leaving my skin screaming in the sudden chill of the hall. I stand there, blindfolded and trembling, the black silk a heavy weight against my mask. The silence of the room is no longer just a vacuum, it is a predator. I can feel the hundreds of eyes in the tiered rows, their collective breath a low hum that vibrates against my nakedness beneath the veil.Then comes the scent.It isn't the metallic tang of the Guard or the burnt honey of the Judge. It is a clean, medicinal aroma, sandalwood, myrrh, and something sharp, like crushed herbs."Kneel," a new voice commands.This voice is different. It isn't a roar or a growl, it is a soft, melodic purr that feels like a razor blade wrapped in velvet. The Priest.My knees hit the polished wood of the stage with a dull thud. The surface is cold, a different sensation to the boiling heat pooling between my thighs. I feel a hand on the top of my head, fingers tangling in my hair with a firm b

The house is too quiet. That’s the first thing I notice every time I step through the heavy oak front doors of my father’s friend house. Austin likes it that way. He says people are a distraction, so the maids only come on Tuesdays to scrub the marble and disappear. Today is Thursday. The air in the foyer is still, smelling of lemon wax and the faint, expensive scent of Austin’s cologne, sandalwood and something sharp, like tobacco."Austin?" I call out. My voice bounces off the high ceilings and comes back to me, empty.I’m supposed to drop off these legal papers for my father. "Just leave them on his desk, Emily," Dad had said. "He’s probably in the library."But the library is empty. So is the kitchen. I stand at the bottom of the grand staircase, my fingers gripping the brown envelope so hard the paper crinkles. I should just leave. I should put the papers on the entry table and walk out into the bright afternoon sun. But there’s a sound.A dull thud. Then a wet, slapping noise.I