A Touch Of Darkness Spice Level Novels & Stories

The spicy heat of his passion. The bitterness of pain. Eons of anguish. Darkness under the surface. Decadent and savory. Smooth like butter. As enticing as the rest of him. The vengefulness tasted even sweeter than his power. I gave him back everything he gave me. Hoping he could taste everything I hid under the surface like I could taste him. He moaned against my mouth, drinking me in. He wedged himself between my legs and I could feel his heavy cock pressing hard against me, teasing me through my clothes. I arched upwards, desperate to grind against him. A whimper slipped past my lips, giving away how badly I wanted him.

The right to take poison for no reason served him; now he was there, suffering with his burning body. — Olivia, you should leave. Your scent isn't helping, and if you touch me again, I don't know how my body will react. My strength might get out of control if that happens. — Can you hold on a little longer? — Perhaps. Logan suddenly took off his shirt, not bothering to throw it on the floor. His eyes were getting redder, and his fingers went to his hair, pulling it back tightly. The truth is that I wanted to touch him now, to feel his body burning. This was turning me on without even realizing it.

The taste of him is dark spice and whiskey, and I’m drunk on it, drunk on the sheer, feral maleness of him. Somehow, we’re on the oversized, plush couch. He’s above me, a shadow blocking the faint light, his weight a delicious anchor. But then he shifts, his hands guiding me with a surprising, intoxicating gentleness. “No,” he murmurs against my throat, his lips leaving a trail of fire. “I want to taste all of you. And I want you tasting me.”

Our souls are where our good and bad intentions lie. “You don't want that sweetheart that’s for the humans. If you want to feel like you're up in the air surrounded by purple skies, then you want Sparkle.” Ghost looks over his table, and when his eyes land on shimmering pink dust. “You snort it like cocaine. Have you done that before, sweetheart?” “No, but you can show me.” She rubs his thigh again as she leans a little more into him, allowing her breasts to touch him lightly.

“Nope! Too basic. You're more sophisticated than that, Carson. You're having orange with chocolate chips and sprinkles.” I looked at her. “Is that even possible?” “At Scoopy-Doo, anything is possible.” She winked and I was amazed at how even though I couldn't see half of her face, she was still so fucking perfect. Inside it was like a fairy and a unicorn had a baby and that baby met a pixie and decided to go around the world spreading happiness. The walls were covered in pictures of fluffy clouds and even though it was almost 9.30 the place had a good number of customers.

It was as if the darkness forbade the full moon to spread its light and to reveal that which was covered, even protected, by the darkness. Godric stood spellbound on the stage that led to his childhood fears. Another swallow. His throat felt dry, as if the liquid hadn't moisturized his throat in ages. Moments passed, then he was startled, dropped the candle, which rolled down the stairs and came to a stop behind the arch of the cellar entrance. The flame had gone out and only the glow of the moon seemed to give Godric a little light.

We continued dancing in that position still, his head in between my shoulder and neck while we both snickered at our stupid actions, yet neither one of us was mature enough to stop. “Baby, can’t you see, I’m calling.” He sang with a wide grin, his breath hitting my neck, making me giggle. “A guy like you should wear a warning. It’s dangerous.” I continued with the song as we moved from side to side, then with another, we returned to our normal dance move, his hand on waist. “I’m falling.” We sang together over the soft music, it was “Toxic” By Britney spears (Fifty shades darker version) then grinned like the idiots we were.

As I looked around, I saw that a cabinet full of medicine was wide open. Someone needs to get fired. As I looked at the cabinet, I saw a bottle of Acetaminophen right in front of me. My heart started pounding; I remembered the rush I used to feel with Morphine. Now that I had been sober for so long, Acetaminophen would do the same. It was only 325 milligrams; it would be harmless to me. Nothing severe could possibly happen. My eyes kept focusing on that bottle. I was consumed by a longing, a desire for the euphoria I used to feel. I took small steps toward the bottle until I heard a voice.

Chapter 1: Dysfunctional family. The darkness is nothing more than a test that God gives us, many times to overcome things and learn from it, but in the end we all carry that darkness in our hearts, we just have to decide whether to expel it or let it dwell within you. Charlotte is a girl who has been in the dark since she was born, her parents were shitty to her, she was beaten and mistreated unjustifiably simply because her parents wanted it that way, but to understand a little of this story we must return to the past.

The aftermath of shock, but Lara would sooner have been boiled alive than cry in front of him. “If you were hanging off the edge of a cliff, I’d stand on your fingers,” she told him jerkily. She heard paper tearing. A bottle of ‘Blonde Passion’ landed beside her. “The name caught my eye,” he raked down at her, “and the stupid salesgirl sprayed some of it around me. That was yesterday and I still can’t get rid of it!” A long silence stretched. Her teeth bit into the hand she had wedged against her mouth but she couldn’t stop the faint tremors still racking through her.