A Touch Of Darkness Spice Level Novels & Stories

I went straight for what I was granted access to. “D.. don't, p…please.” She inhaled sharply, her voice was shaky, but she wasn't pushing me off; her fingers dug into the skin of my arms. I couldn't resist indulging myself in this; I've longed to try something mischievous with her, but I've always ignored that thought to focus on getting back home first; maybe I would come back to just try to have some. I darted my tongue out and licked her bottom lip. She tasted like a foreign spice, which they used in their present time. It tasted nice and I wouldn't mind drowning in it even if the spice could kill me.

It seemed as if all the Dark Race beings had fallen prey to the Sky Tower. The ten Rank 8 Dark Race beings were shocked, and all of them shouted in a terrified manner, "Sky… Sky Tower?" Lucas opened the Points Mall and spent 100 thousand points to purchase ten Rage Potions. Then, he gulped all of them down in one go. Instantly, Lucas' heart rate shot up to a thousand beats per minute. Additionally, his skin became fiery red as well.

If anything, he has learned during the time we have had this arrangement is when I have a lot of pent-up tension, I enjoy having an intense orgasm, quickly he opens my robe and smiles seeing I have nothing on. “No underwear... mmm... I approve,” immediately he gets on his knees and starts assaulting my sex with his mouth, pulling out the loudest moans from me, with his hands he spreads my legs even further leaving me completely exposed. His expert tongue pays special attention to my clitoris and two of his long fingers are introduced into my cave stimulating my G-spot, it doesn't take long when the spasms take over my body announcing that my long-awaited orgasm has arrived. “Feeling Better?”

Dust motes dance in the air, illuminated by the soft light, and I can't help but feel a sense of relief wash over me as we descend further into the depths. I lean heavily against Dominic, my legs trembling with the effort of each step. The poison burns like fire, every movement sending waves of agony crashing over me, but somehow, being in the basement soothes the pain, if only slightly. As we reach the bottom of the stairs, Dominic releases me, allowing me to sink down onto the cool stone floor. The darkness presses in around us, a comforting blanket that shields us from prying eyes and unwanted intrusions. I close my eyes, willing the pain to subside, but it continues to rage within me, a

He chose a black buggati instead, blending in with the dark. He sets me down and gets in beside me. “Are you feeling okay? Do you need me to take you for an ice cream before you go home?” He whispers, offering me a bottle of water, and a towel. I shake my head and accept them. “You don't want an ice cream or you don't want to stay a second longer with me?” He whispers again, letting me feel his breath against my neck. And unlike the disgusting touch from those thugs, his is soothing and warm. I avoid his eyes as I wipe myself clean. He drops something on my lap, making me look up.

He grabbed and opened the container, and his heat unfurled against my sensitive flesh. Alexander removed and lit a joint, and one smell told me it was my herbal blend, used for lowering my anxiety and making me relax. He flicked the zippo out with ease while inhaling the deliciously strong smoke from the weed. He held it up, offering it to me, and I accepted it, inhaling greedily as his lips clamped onto my nipple. He chuckled, holding my stare as I choked on the hit I’d taken. Lifting my feet onto the dresser, I leaned back against the wall.

"Ahh…no..no.nooo…please" Shrill cry echoed in the whole room along with Damien's laughter. "Look , fucker is begging like the women getting fucked" He again removed pulled stip from his chest,"Ahhhaa... D.... Do.....don't.... This.... Please I.... I... Beg.... Stop.... This... Please". He begged again but the beast didn't stop getting annoyed by his screams took red chilli powder and filled his mouth with it. Darlos hissed and screamed again and in a few seconds he started losing his consciousness,his eyes were red like blood was about to spill out of his eyes..

And that's worse. He groans, a low, animal sound deep in his throat. The kiss changes. Becomes deeper, more exploratory. His tongue brushes mine. It's an intimacy so violent, so total, that tears spring to my eyes. I close them. The darkness is worse. In the darkness, there is only sensation. The taste of him. The warmth of his hands leaving my face to sink into my hair, grasp my waist, press me harder against the creaking shelves. The smell of his skin, of ink, of sweat. The panting sound of our mingled breath. I am drowning. And a part of me… a dark, shameful, abandoned part… no longer wants to resurface.

"I have always loved coming first. I just hope to stay alive after this." "I might be dead too if your Luna gets me." I thought he might step away, but he drew on my lips sweetly, first the top lip, and then the bottom. The book fell from my hands. With a lustful look, he closed the small distance, pulled me against him and I was lost. This kiss was wetter than before. Hot and wet, he kissed a path down my neck that weakened my knees but his strong arms held me up. "Touch me." I begged. But just then brightness covered us as the door flew open.

Then I took a sip, letting the rich liquid coat my tongue. Elias watched me intently. “Now… tell me what you taste.” “Dark fruit,” I whispered. “Velvet. A hint of spice.” He smiled, stepping even closer until his body nearly touched mine. “Good. But I think we can do better.” He set the glass down and slowly unzipped the back of my dress. The silk whispered down my body, pooling at my feet and leaving me completely naked except for my heels. The cool cellar air kissed my skin, hardening my nipples instantly.