All Cried Out By Allure Novels & Stories

She shivered violently, gasping, moaning, trembling as waves of pleasure and power surged through her. Kaelion’s fangs brushed along her collarbone, eliciting a sharp cry, and Ariella tilted her head, giving herself fully to him, letting the fire consume, guide, and claim her. Her body responded instinctively, arching, pressing into his, trembling with the intensity of desire and awakening.

What the hell? And then I saw Allene staggering, barely keeping herself upright, her clothes rumpled, her eyes blazing with fury and pain. “Draven…” she gasped, clutching at him as she reached him. “I… I’m feeling hot. These men… they tried to take advantage of me… I was drugged!” Her words were a bit slurry, but I could see Draven turning ashen with rage, his hands clenching, the veins on his neck standing out like cords.

Her throat was dry like dessert as she trembled in fear. "Please let me go!" She mumbled a request. He nodded with a smirk. "But first answer some of my questions." He grabbed her ankle and dragged her closer. Marona burst out crying when she got the deja vu with his touch. "Please, please, please... Don't do it!" She struggled to get away from him. Mikhail closed his eyes when she cried like a scared child and struggled to get free of his hold. "Marona!" He growled and she froze.

The question comes out rhetorically, but I hear her sniffle, indicating she is crying. “Will you use your safe word?” I ask slowing down a little bit. “Don’t you dare stop now, Matteo. I want all this orgasms drawn out of my body. I want to cum, I want to be loud and have everything drawn out of my person. Give me you, Daddy,” I hear Arlette cry out. The laugh that sounds in my throat is so rich and I do as my lady says. Fuck every inch of her body until she collapses, her eyes burning with tears of pleasure, her throat sounding sore and heavy with circumstances.

her pleading whisper leaving her mouth. Elijah with his long legs could bridge the gap between him and Allora while Sharon kept up. What surprised Sharon was instead of screaming and discovering her presence, Allora silently fled. For her, Allora's silence was like the silence before the storm. “Please do not stain me,” Allora continued to run as far as her legs took her while whispering into her pants.

The sound of his impact made several spectators cry out in horror. ‘NO!’ I wept inside the dark void, my soul on its knees, begging the ancient force that had stolen my flesh like a thief in the night. 'Please, stop! Don't hurt him! Do whatever you want to me, kill Kaelen, kill me, destroy everything I am, but don't touch Ronan! I'm begging you!'

Her body rubbing against mine instantly calming my wolf. Alec, the fucker is snickering at me as I barely maintain control. We step into the elevator and her squirming increases tenfold. My wolf claws through the block, “Mate is in pain.” The scent of her fear engulfs my senses before I see her tears fall, her breathing laboured and she quickly loses consciousness.

I was exhausted. The loud yells and Chu’s cry from Miss. Claws caught my ears. Ever since Sorrow had passed away they had been less fights and yells but today they were back. A familiar face stepped out from Miss. Claw’s apartment as a glass plate followed him. Luckily, he dodged it. “GET THE FUCK FROM HERE BEFORE I KILL YOU!” Miss. Yellow coat painter yelled from inside. I suddenly heard Miss. Claw yell, “YOU FOOLISH GOOD FOR NOTHING FATHERLESS BITCH!”

"Sing while I fuck the ocean out of you." ​Elara came with a wailing cry, her pussy clamping down on him in violent, milking spasms. She was shaking, sobbing beneath his weight, but he didn't stop. He drove through her climax, his pace turning desperate and wild until he hit the hilt one last time.

This was the Hearth of Longing, where whispered confessions were offered to the flames to be burned away before the final nights of the celebration. Elara sat on a wide couch beside Lyra, her deep violet gown from the gallery now replaced by a sheer crimson robe that did nothing to hide the way her body still trembled. Beneath the thin silk, her pussy was a creamy, aching wreck. Kaelen’s thick loads from the Whispering Gallery and every stolen moment before had left her constantly full, puffy, and leaking. Every subtle shift on the velvet made the warm mess squelch inside her, coating her swollen folds and making her clit throb with filthy, guilty need.