روايات وقصص ضمن Allure Of The Night

It was sweet, sensual and, though barely detectable at times, always present. He'd spent most of the night in a state of arousal, wanting nothing more than to act on the constant urges and dreams that plagued him throughout. Her unbridled allure proved a potent catalyst, and he found himself pushed to the edge of an orgasm more than once during the night through sheer adjacency. By the time the light of dawn was just beginning to brighten her room, his balls ached from the near constant arousal and lack of release.

Her delicious scent was wafting all over this damn city and many different species of male shifters lived amongst the humans and every last one of them would be attracted to her scent. Aurora woke from her sleep and stretched languidly then sat up it was getting dark and she decided to see what kind of nightlife the city offered. She had never been allowed to do whatever she wanted before, all her life she had been controlled and forced to obey her father and then Alexis had tried to do the same. She pulled the leather jeans back on and brushed her fingers through her thick gold/red mane shaking out the curls, picking up the jacket she headed out of the hotel. ‘Time for this so called Luna

Adam said gently. He was always like that. Adam never once messed with me. "Last night, you came to my room, opened the door, and took off my clothes, and you took off yours. We both enjoyed the night without me knowing that you were Adam. The lights were off so that I couldn't catch your reflection very well. I thought you were Gavin; I couldn't hear your sighs and whispers very well either. I might have. It felt different that night. But I didn't think much of it because, damn it, I enjoyed what you did to me," I said honestly. Adam was silent, and so was I. We faced each other in the room, remembering the sin we had committed.

“Let’s start everything tonight.” He laughed and tilted her head so he could gaze into her eyes. “My sweet, wild Rose, you will find I’m a generous lover. You will be satisfied. I’m sure of that.” Gabriel took a deep breath. “Though you are hard to decide and love debating with me, I wonder if it’s a side of yours that I will enjoy to tame.” He grinned as his thumb rubbed her breast. “I can’t wait to pluck my sweet Rose and drink your sweet honey.”

This action causes me to moan loudly as I squirm under him. His phone started ringing and he paused, cursing lightly. Answering the call, he says something in Italian before saying something that sounded so much like an Italian curse. “I'd be back." He says then kisses my forehead, walking out of the door, he closes it lightly. Leaving me in the dark room. When we had come in he didn't bother turning on the lights. I kept tossing and turning on the bed, feeling so hot. Without thinking about it, I had taken my clothes off and discarded them on the floor.

Jason’s jaw learned a new way to set itself so pain could ride without driving. At the far edge of the north line, where the ground sloped toward the old quarry and human men liked to pretend the moonlight was theirs to rent, we found the night’s worst argument. Six lures in a grid. Two cameras camouflaged in moss. A meat hook hammered into a trunk at wolf-head height. And, nailed beside it, a square of tin painted with the ash eye and a sentence in white: WE SEE WHAT YOU ARE. Lyra went very still, which is how I know she’s about to be loud.

The dress was a perfect fit, clinging to my body in all the right places and also, it was my favourite colour…red, with some sparkles making it almost impossible for me not to go unnoticed. Anyways. I didn't want the guard to ruin my night. I wanted to clear my head and I was going to do that. The loud sounds of music welcomed me, along with a very disgusting scene of people fucking themselves. I mean get a room you freaks. Eww. With a struggle, I pushed down the contents of the meal which threatened to spill from my lips and continued with our walk to a table. The waitress approached us. “ Good evening, you guys. What would you like this evening?”

The kind of man you read about but never meet. Except I had. Last night. Oh God. My pulse thundered in my ears. What had I done? I tried to think past the blur, past the heat and the music and the taste of champagne. I remembered my friend tugging at my wrist, telling me to loosen up, to live a little. Just one night, Daphne, she’d said. One night to forget about everything. And now here I was, in a stranger’s bed, except he wasn’t just any stranger.

Seeing her smile, Natalie was reminded of the unsightly scenes from half a month ago. She didn't even want to spare her a glance. Natalie turned to Sienna and asked, "Sienna, what's the job?" "Natalie, you haven't walked on the runway for a long time, right? Tonight, All Night Manor has a night show. Get ready," Sienna said with a friendly smile. "Sienna, All Night Manor is a nightclub!" Natalie exclaimed in shock. They wanted her to do a show there?! All Night Manor was a famous nightclub in Novarisia, a luxurious venue with high-end clientele. It was a favorite gathering place for the wealthy and decadent youth of Paykston, and a place filled with countless shady dealings.

“Good. Just in time.” As night fell, the two of them rode into a clearing beyond the great forest. In its clear center stood a large tree, a giant and ancient thing, its bark gnarled and twisted like flesh bent under the hands of a supernatural torturer. From the shadows beneath it Drust emerged to greet them. “Ah, those with courage to ride in the fresh night, I salute you,” Drust called out, his arms moving up a little swathed in his robe. Ragala whispered to Weaver, “This one is dark, mistress. Very dark indeed. His soul is black enough to hide the stars.”