A Touch Of Darkness Spice Level Novels & Stories

The Dinner I am now staring at myself in front of the big mirror. I was stunned. I look... gorgeous! The dress he gave me. It's too stunning. It's Sweet maroon Vintage dress made by a famous designer, Rana. He's a friend of mine. The black stilettos he bought is beautiful, suited with this dress. I let my ash gray hair down, the ends of my hair are curly, there is no need to use a curler. I did a light make up on my face. And now I'm ready.

That was all the approval I needed to devour this princess in front of me. I copped her breast. Squishy! Squeezing them gently. I applied more oil. Exactly how they should appear. Irresistible! Absolutely Tempting. In a moment of weakness, I gave in to alcohol. I had them in my mouth. She lets out a very loud moan. I knew she wanted them all along. I wasn’t held back. I wasn’t halted. So, I can't back down now. I devoured hungrily, caressing the other with my hand.

He asked, gently sliding the linen on my skin and I shuddered in pleasure. “I do.” “Give me a safe word.” He said, covering my sight with the black linen until all I could see was black mixed with red from the lights. “Vanilla,” I responded as his fingers caressed my neck and then made their way to my lips. Without hesitation, I took his index finger into my mouth, then his middle finger, and sucked on them as if my life depended on them. “Fuck.” Davin whispered in satisfaction. “Why vanilla?” “That's my favorite scent,” I replied after he took his fingers out of my mouth and he hummed slightly in understanding.

If the two princes of the Dark Shade would stop squabbling for two seconds, maybe they would recognize how absurdly similar they were. Prince Bruess held out the end of the hose to me, and I was about to decline. Felix took the hose, and he put it in my hand. There must be some unspoken rule of courtesy that I was not aware of. Maybe it was poor manners to refuse whatever a Dark Shade prince offered to you. I tentatively sipped from the ornate brass handle. I only meant to breathe in a little, but then I hacked and coughed. The saturated taste of molasses and spicy smoke attacked my mouth, nose, and lungs. It was awful.

,, Taapur couldn't help but gawked at his naked toned torso shamelessly As you can see . . I don't play nice .... ,, He said huskily , hovering over Taapur as he pulled his shirt , revealing his toned chocolaty yummilicious sculptures of eight packs . What did I do this time ? ... ,, She asked and cleared her throat You have created a dark fantasy .... ,, He said darkly while staring lustfully at her I . I don't .... ,, Stammering infront of him only prove his point I'm Dark and right now , I can see fantasy in your eyes and cherry on the top is You are smelling like chocolate and wearing this Brownie on her body .... ,, He pointed on her lingerie and she blushed darkly . His each words were

small talk? If I am not screaming your name then you can just leave." He paused for a second and there was this darkness in his eyes like I turned a switch on. His hand tangled in my hair as he used it to throw me on the bed. I turned around to see him unbutton his pants and I could see how hard he was and then he pulled them down and I was ready for it. He walked over to me and bent down to connect our lips again. He found his way down between my leg and lifted my right leg above his shoulder before he used his tongue against my bead causing my body to feel all types of emotions. I entangled my hand in his hair while his pace quicken bringing me to the edge as it didn't take long before my

He glanced at where Kasper was sitting. Oshey raised her hand to stop him. "I'm cool for now." She nodded watching the white powder in the vile slip to one side. It was so tempting to lose herself and take the drug, but she didn’t feel the need to lose her mind and forget. Getting high after a show was one thing, but she wasn’t feeling a need. "Take it for later. He also said to ditch the dweeb. Patches words and mine.” "I'm so very glad you and Patches think you can run my life." She opened and closed her palm to burn off her anger.

he says with a wide smile on his lips, he opens the door and the typical and characteristic smell of blood floods my sense of smell again, I enter and the man Claus was torturing for the last three hours he looks horrible, he has wounds all over his body bathed in blood, he is only in his underwear and two clamps connected to a modern electricity generating device hang from his nipples, the son of a bitch was having fun, I look at him with displeasure and he smiles proudly “You wanted me to talk, right?...” I roll my eyes and approach the man who is between consciousness and unconsciousness “Hotchner….” I call him, the man barely moves his head. “Your daughter, she'll be fine... she won't re

It’s him. That back–O zot–broad, bare and golden under the mid-afternoon light. Each flex of muscle makes my thighs clench. Every move he makes is precise and even the way he pours juice feels sexy. My tongue grazes my bottom lip. He doesn’t know I’m staring. Or maybe he does. He always knows. He’s like a drug I should get clean from but don’t want to. He’s addictive and dangerous, sweet as sin and just as corrupting.

The trauma has forced him into the little space where nothing else matters, only the fun and freedom. “I will do what I can to help you,” Xenorr said to the sleeping beauty “Ash” He keeps the nightstand lamp on and closes the light before going to the bathroom and clearing the mess from earlier. The blood stain sent chills down his spine as he could feel the excruciating pain from thinking about it, not to say the younger one used his head to break them. He takes a quick shower, puts on a simple black outfit, dons his glasses, grabs his phone and quietly leaves the house.