A Touch Of Darkness Spicy Chapters の小説・ストーリー

maktol ko. She sighed. He took my own cup and spit out a fish ball. "There's more spicy sauce than sweet. It wasn't balanced." I drank water again. The sharpness was just right when Janice and I bought it, ah. Maybe the salesman actually put a lot of chili in his hot sauce! “I don’t want that anymore,” I said. "Let's exchange, then." He gave me his cup. I reached for it once beyond looking towards his friends. Kiara gave me a sharp glare. He turned and walked away, as if disgusted. Bon said goodbye to Rustov and they entered the plaza. I knew it. Kiara likes him. And she was obviously jealous.

I just bottled up what happened and kept it moving Tory was the only one I talked to and vice versa that made us become closer I really feel like she’s my brother mate and scared to find out I plan on getting them around each other to find out but Tory doesn’t let much slip past her other then the dreams and my behavior lately no one even noticed anything was wrong but inside I was dying in darkness stuck in my own mind not knowing what to do afterwards I didn’t want to get in trouble for leaving pack lands My father would never let me leave his site again if he found out I felt as if I was spiraling out of control trying to keep it to myself but now I see the light A Red Burning light and a

Hey my lovely readers, while I work on the next updates for my new spicy series… Would you all like a special bonus chapter for THE FOX DEMON AND HER ALPHA MATE? I’ve honestly been debating whether or not to drop one because I just can’t seem to let them go yet. No matter how much I try to focus completely on this new story, those two somehow keep finding their way back into my thoughts. Their chemistry, the tension, the chaos, the possessiveness, the emotions… it still lingers with me, and I know some of you probably feel the same way too.

Mistress Dark disappeared behind me. Burning pain, a stifled scream, dancing as the others had, leaning forward against my rope as if to escape. Mistress Dark's hand on my bum, stroking it, then lifting and the second. More pain. Leaping. I felt myself drifting into subspace. The heat, the burning; spreading, not confined to the area I'd been struck, feeling it go to my cunt, to my breasts, my nipples hardening. The third one not as bad. The fourth, an insect bite, drifting, dreaming.

Together I woke up with a heavy feeling. It’s like there’s a heavy rock on top of me. And i felt like something is liking my face. I forcely opened my eyes and a light from the window hit my eyes. The thing who's liking my face is a fucking dog. I hate dogs the most! I wanted to pushed away the dog from me but my body is jailed by a demon. The Demon is named Seymour Rios Evans, sleeping peacefully beside me while his arms are hugging my waist and chest tightly.

My eyes misted up as I touched the tattoos on his athletic chest. His touch grew slower, almost cautious. His lips moved gently along my neck, sending me a warm rush. Each peck from him was so intense, making my breathing heavier, clearly audible in our quiet room, accompanied only by the sound of my racing heart. My hands moved uncontrollably, exploring the surface of his hard, muscular chest. My fingers traced the contours of the tattoos etched into his skin. The tattoo was so familiar to me that I could touch it without even opening my eyes.

’’, I mumbled to myself. Finally finding the perfect book, it is an age-gap mafia and enemies to lovers romance book. There was a couch in the library, I made my way to it and started reading. I lost count of the time. Reaching my room with the book in my hand, I see Rowan standing in front of my room. I braced myself to face him. ‘’Where were you?’’, he spewed the bitter words in my face. He was fuming, for what reason?Did he look for me?

I cry out, threading my fingers through his thick hair, tugging hard on the roots. We're outside in the full glare of the morning sun but I don't think my brain and body recognize that. All I can think about is the way his tongue swipes repeatedly over my stiffened peaks and how his teeth bites down hard enough to cause pain. But his tongue alleviates the pain. And maybe I'm sick in the head but I love the bittersweet symphony. Pleasure blurring into pain and eliciting more pleasure. Oh, my body burns for this depravity. What is wrong with me?

Jeez, I was throbbing, imagining him shoving those fingers inside me right now, curling them while he watched me fall apart. But I shoved his hand away, stepping back even as my body screamed for more. “Touch me again without permission and I’ll make you regret it,” I spat, even though my nipples were aching and my legs felt weak. Alessandro chuckled, before walking back to his seat like he hadn’t just set my whole body on fire. He poured himself a glass of whiskey, then one for me, sliding it across the table. “Drink. Sit. We have things to discuss about how this is going to work.”

Damien took the other side, his hand resting possessively on my thigh. “You’ve changed,” Elias murmured against my hair. “The girl who trembled in my office that first night… she’s gone.” “I’m better now,” I replied softly. “I don’t want to go back.” Damien’s fingers traced lazy circles on my skin. “Be careful what you wish for,” he warned. “The Black Chamber breaks even the strongest.” I closed my eyes, nestled between the two men who had first torn my world apart. But sleep didn’t come easily.