Novel & Cerita Afterburn Aftershock Dirty Sexy Saint

I lean forward again, letting my bra straps fall down my arms. “You are so fucking gorgeous, Charlie,” he groans, taking my breasts in his hands. He flips us back over and I widen my legs, welcoming him in between. Owen kisses me, hard and deep, just like before, and then makes his way down, kissing my neck, my collarbone, and my stomach. He doesn’t stop until his mouth is over my pussy, and there’s no hesitation, no warning. His tongue lashes out against my clit and my mouth falls open. I plant my hands against the floor, bracing myself for the third orgasm. This one hits me faster, awakening every fiber of my being. Owen’s hands are under my ass, and he lifts me off the floor, holding my p

Totally exposed. Nowhere to run. “Touch her clit,” Saint growled against her neck. “She’ll scream.” He was right. I rubbed slow, maddening circles, and her entire body convulsed. She cried out as she spilled her juices all over. Her orgasm left her limp, a trembling wreck sprawled across Saint’s thighs like a used ragdoll. He hadn’t even come yet. He was still buried deep in her ass, savoring the flutter of her aftershocks.

I dug my nails into his flesh as my orgasm slowly unleashed. I cried out, opening my eyes to lock with Saint's, and everything collided into a violent storm. Light filled my vision, blotching it with small, dark dots as he took control. He used my hips to grind me against him, thrusting harder. I whispered his name, lost in the pleasure he was giving me. The moment the orgasm began to fade, Saint shoved me onto the soft furs, pushing into my body, and I arched, allowing him further access.

The world above me was heat - his heat - and the world below me was the coolness of sand and sea as the next wave came in. I never wanted to stop kissing him. I would have given myself to him right there, right on the beach - and after clinging to my virginity for twenty-four years, that was saying something. But the ocean had other plans, for the next wave came up too high, splashing over the place where our mouths tangled. Dante tore his face back from mine, and as he sat up, he pulled me up, too - but it was too late. I was coughing, choking on seawater. My nose and throat burned and my eyes watered at the briny invasion.

He was extremely aroused. She was indeed a sin to him. A beautiful sin, which needed to devour by him. [ (21+) Mature Content Ahead!⚠️ Read It At Your Own Risk.] He dropped the ticklier, and Slowly slowly He touched her waist, and the next thing he did was rip her panties. She shuddered and moaned in pain. He didn't give her a second and leaned between her legs and spread her legs.

The second I smelt blood, my mind was clouded by it. Ten years, no accidents. I'm shocked she hasn't hurt herself sooner, but her blood smelt so sweet, it was tempting. I can't blame Giovanni for licking the knife, but I also know he knows better. He knew it would drive him insane. Now that he's had a taste of her blood, he'll likely always crave it again. Giovanni stopped thrashing and took several deep breaths. His fangs retracted and his eyes darkened. Robert got off him, sitting on the floor next to him.

I step backward and hit into Santino’s chest. Santino grabs my hand, assessing the part where I got burned from touching Maximo's chest. “ Beg me, and maybe I will heal you,” Santino whispers, his deep voice doing things to me. “ I would rather die than beg anything from you.” I spit as I stare at Maximo, who remains rooted in front of me. Maximo smirks and I can feel Santino’s chest vibrate. “ She is feisty, I like her. Makes me want to have her writhing under me in bed while I bury my balls deep inside her hole.”

Saint cooed from behind with girly squeals as I rose to my feet with Victor, "you're drowning in his shirt. Big man and Little lady." "That's almost as original as Saint and Sin," Victor taunted but I couldn't focus on his words. I gawked at the vast plane of his chest. How a dark sprinkling of hair dotted his tanned skin. His muscles were defined and the scars on his body popped with a pale pink hue. "You're an infuriating man," Saint grumbled before marching off, "don't fuck this up." I raised a brow in question as I craned my neck to meet Victor's hooded gaze, "What's she talking about?"

"H-How did you find out about it?" “You think you are clean. You are Not A Saint, Celestine. You just look like a saint because of your beauty and charm. But you are no different from the women I dates. But let's see if you are better in bed than them. ” “You are an animal! If you are going to insult me, then just kill me. ” “Be patient babe. Wait until I'll kill you with pleasure. You can scream my name in ecstasy, Celestine. But that will depend on your performance,” he said grinning like a lunatic devious man.

He held his mate tightly, pushing himself as close as possible as he emptied into his gorgeous asshole with a scream, unable to get close enough. “Fuck, ALLEN” Sebestian roared, pushing back as far as possible as he spurted all over the floor, his eyes slamming closed at the force of his orgasm. He pushed his head down into his arm to ride it out as his thighs shook. He grunted when Allen collapsed onto his back, feeling his ragged breath stutter over the skin at the nape of his neck. “Hey, watch the baby” he groaned as an aftershock ran through him.