Amber Lustful Novelas e Histórias

Every glance was a reminder that something had shifted, and no matter how much he composed himself, they both knew it. The air between them wasn’t just heavy anymore, it was alive. She felt it. Something. Lust? Love? Infatuation? Desire? She couldn't tell. She just wanted to have a taste of his lollipop in her. Lena wasn’t expecting it when Damien looked up from his easel that Friday afternoon and said, almost casually, “Come with me. I want to show you something.” His tone wasn’t his usual sharp, clipped one. It was softer, touched with something that sounded almost secretive. Lena blinked at him, her pencil still in hand, charcoal smudged at the tips of her fingers.

She has grace, beauty and she is a talented musician who often play’s piano for guests in their lands. Soon conversation switched to me, and Lewis was probing about me settling down, taking over my destiny as Alpha of Silverwood and having kids. He was expecting his first in the near future which is another reason he want to be back with his mate but for me, I was still keeping my secret and moved the discussion over to the rumours that have been spread about me. “Don’t get me wrong, I have slept with a few women, but I don’t think 9 over 5 years makes me a womaniser”, I stated, “not to mention I have heard things like ruthless, heartless and cruel all mentioned in the same sentence as my na

A fiery storm brewed within Silvio's gaze, his eyes ablaze with a tempest of fury. Silas clasped onto my arms, his grip growing ever tighter, as Silvio's searching gaze followed the path of Silas's touch. I could sense the grinding of his teeth, and witnessed a deep well of loathing fill his eyes, like a piercing flame.

He replied. "What do you do ?" I asked and he glanced at me, "Oh, me? I am an Art dealer" I made an 'O' face and nodded. "So, you sell other's art?" He nodded stopping the car at the red sign. "We manage galleries and auction the higher end of that Art" "Oh, I see". I gave one of my chocolate bars to Alex because he helped me and watched his face light up, it was sweet. "You are so adorable" He whispered looking at the chocolate and he looked up as I smile. I didn't realize the sudden swift motion until I felt his lips on me.

Amos say flashing her a wink and suddenly Charlotte stop her breathing. She blink twice before regaining her breath. Yes, that was just a flirt, her subconscious told.

Its soft body was numb and Farhistt knew, in those moments, that the fire between them was strong. “Frahisto! Ohhh! I'm tickled— ahhh! ” Its grip tightened on her hair. She sucked the little nipple even harder. He was like a very hungry child and had no intention of leaving that chest. She shudders but tries to calm down. Still not satisfied, he slowly lowered his hand towards its smooth treasure that had long been hidden from him. “Frahisto‘ don’t! ” But he did not listen. He looked deaf as he grabbed its treasure. He was tired of what he did.

I will end up sleeping instead of reading because of how relaxing it is. As we sat in silence, my eyes darted to a bracelet that was on the table. It was glistening and attractive. I had to pick it up with a smile on my face. It looks like it is pure gold from how shiny it is. Someone snatched away the gold-plated bracelet from me before I could inspect it. My eyes met with Alpha Damon’s. I didn’t miss the furious look in his eyes as he kept the bracelet back where I took it from. Was I not supposed to touch it? Is he mad that I touched it without his permission?

I hardly recognize my own voice, and my knees almost buckle when she spreads those lips. Outside, Amelia Astor might look like an aristocratic princess, all class and expensive, but when she's behind closed doors with me, she's a naughty, dirty girl. She's not shy when she unashamedly does what I ask of her. She never complains that I'm too rough or too much. She loves what I give her, and I love to give it to her. Just the way she likes it. Just the way I need it. "Mmmm." I murmur appreciatively, dragging my hoodie over my head. I don't miss the way her blue eyes hungrily take in my torso, or how they settle on the bulge in my sweatpants. "Tell me what you want."