A Touch Of Darkness Spice Level Novels & Stories

Forty One Trisha POV I was adrift in a warm, spiced darkness. The most amazing, earthy scent—sandalwood, pine, and something uniquely *him*—pulled me back from the edge. Then came the tingling shocks, a current of pure pleasure that started in my core and radiated outwards. I had to follow it. I had to know… I gasped, my eyes flying open.

“What's wrong, love?” “Baby, I'm really horny. Let's have sex.” I whispered, straddling his lap as I placed a quick kiss to his lips. At first, Leander just stared at me bewildered, then he chuckled. “I thought something really bad was happening to you.” “This is really bad.” I breathed against his neck, sucking on it as I rocked my hips against him. Leander's hands flew to my thighs, grabbing them. His face lowered to my breast, and he pulled one of my nipples into his mouth.

A sweetness or a spice or a nasty oily base. Ezekiels energy....was like molten white melted chocolate mixed with sharp spices. The moment Brandon touched it, the moment he felt the Flame swallow some of it up....he instantly wanted more. A sever cramp, a physical ache shot down through the core of his body. Even while a hot whip of longing and want settled in his gut, stirring his cock and making him pant with the severity of the feeling. More! Something ....dark....and possessive crawled up into his thoughts, whispering. Screaming. Begging. Stroking a lust that he had been denying for weeks.

I started slow, testing the rhythm, shallow bobs of my head, tongue swirling around the tip, letting the slick slide of spit and precum coat everything. Then I pushed deeper. Inch by inch until the head hit the back of my throat, and I forced myself to swallow around it, gagging slightly. He hissed, sharp and primal, one hand fisting in the sheets, the other gripping the edge of the headboard like he was about to break it. He tasted dark and obscene. salty, musky, purely male. I couldn’t get enough. I pulled off with a loud, filthy pop, strings of spit stretching from my swollen lips to his cock.

Heat warmed my cheeks, carrying embarrassment that quickly faded when Sarah herself erupted in a fit of wet coughing. When I finally managed to stop, I realized I felt different. There was this odd sensation dancing along my skin, like little bursts of electricity. As they burrowed deep, they melted into a blissful numbness that had my shoulders drooping and eyelids growing heavy. Goddess, what was this stuff? Coop rolled his head my way, “Nice, isn’t it? It’s official name is Dark Matter. Think of it as the magical version of weed. It’s blessed by a witch with an earth affinity, so it’s extra potent.”

Weird numbness travelled in my body like my body is leaving the soul. "Caught you, Amore!" He whispered in my ears with his mischievous smirk and the darkness washed over me completely with the impact of his few words.

(Pauses, then carefully examines the girl's neck) Please present your neck for inspection. Villagers were whispering and speculating among themselves, "Do you see any marks?" "What if they find the lightning bolt?" "The Zura could be among them." The High Council member moved to the next girl, ‘Your cooperation is crucial to our realm's future. (Gently inspects the girl's neck) Please hold steady.’

He asked, his voice deeper than natural. His right hand unfisted, gracing her bare skin as it reached her neck, and with his thumb, he rubbed the mark on her neck. Electricity erupted through her body; that's all it took to make her forget what she had intended to confront him about. His touch was cold and refreshing on her hot skin, like a cold glass of water after being in the Sahara desert for a year. 'Was it hot in here?' Her breath came out raspy, it was beginning to become hard to breathe, and she wasn't sure why. Well, she knew why? His being this near her affected her in ways she couldn't explain, worst this time around than ever before.

Controlling. “The one that ends with you understanding there’s no safe word for this,” he said. “No walking away. No pretending it didn’t happen. Once I touch you—really touch you—you don’t get to go back to being the spoiled little girl who thinks she can tease and run.” Her thighs pressed together instinctively. She was wet—achingly so—and she knew he could probably smell it. “Then touch me,” she said, her voice trembling just enough to betray her. “Or tell me to leave.”

“Now, this beauty is called Nightspire Thorn. The advantage is that it can be brewed into a tonic that boosts strength for a short time.” Pearl hummed. “And the disadvantage?” “Sweetheart, if you touch it wrong, your fingers will go numb for hours. And if you drink too much of the tonic…” I made a face. “You’ll throw up everything you’ve ever eaten since birth.” Pearl gasped dramatically in the cutest way. “Ew!” “You’re telling me,” I giggled, brushing soil from my palms. “My cousin overdosed once and cried for two days straight.” I stood, brushing past a glowing crimson vine coiled around a stone pillar and once again, I realized that it was something I had never seen before, not even in th