Romans & histoires Amber Lustful

I had restraints so I had to act like I was not being turned on by his erection which I could feel and his soft touches. “One important thing I’m trying to understand is why someone as pretty, elegant, and confident as you are, will choose to work with King? He is known for destroying these qualities, if I remember correctly” he said, his charming smile accompanying it A smirk appeared on my lips. “If it were true, I would not have all those qualities you mentioned, would I?” I threw the words at him “I can’t say no, can I?” I smiled, “You remember me, don’t you?” He was forced to say as I was not saying much

His eyes were lit with hunger and lust, the flame from him ignited mine and I felt my bones go weak, everything in me wants to submit to him. "Call me Raze." I raised my brows at him and dared to speak freely for the first time. "Isn't that disrespectful for a ruthless man like you?" He smiled. "You amuse me Amber. I am not ruthless, expect you want me to be darling?" He caressed my cheek with his thumb and silence fell in between us. "Do you Amber?" I wasn't prepared to be fully given to a man I was sure would end my life when he got tired of me. It was the usual among his kind, they never stick to one woman, filling their taste with different women.

A few brief strokes to her pubic mound with her flattened hand, and the panties were quickly cast aside. Amber was absolutely beautiful. I couldn’t find a single flaw on her body. Her tits stood out proudly from her chest. Her belly was smooth and flat. Her ass was smooth, tight and round. Her pussy was covered with very fine silky black fur. She almost looked like she was hairless. “Amber, you are one delicious-looking woman.” A grinned broadly and said, “Thank you! You don’t know how long it’s been since I’ve heard compliments like that.”

The moonstone, a precious relic that held immense power, lay nearby, its allure impossible to resist. Austin stood at the crossroads of his emotions, torn between the love he felt for Beta Amber and the burning desire to carve his path of freedom. He remembered his secret meetings with Dimitri. Each whispered promise had etched a new possibility in Austin's heart – a chance to lead, to transcend, and to live life on his terms.

In the background of this trance like state that Ambrosius and I were currently in, I could hear Alveric awkwardly clearing his throat. “So, um, anyone mind telling me what is going on here?” Alveric asked out loud only to be ignored because Ambrosius and I were too busy doing our own thing. “My sweet amor. You are so beautiful. I have waited so long to find you and now that I have, I am so happy I waited for you. You are so worth the wait. Such a sweet name, Achlys (Ak-liss). So dark yet so wonderful. We shall celebrate tonight!” Ambrosius exclaimed as he threw his arms in the air and turned around as if an awaiting audience was behind him.

Amber was pleading and wiggling to remove his hand, but his grip was tightened every minute. “Don't make me beat you, Amber” Liam said, throwing her on the bed. She was lying on the bed in an awkward position, her legs were opened giving a clear view of her jewel and her breathing was fast. The view was erotic. Liam eyes stuck on her pussy. It was the first time he was able to see what it's look like. A pink slit with small hair around. “I am sorry…” Amber said, closing her leg, feeling his gaze on her pussy.

Actual liquid amber with flecks of gold, and they're looking at me the way a cat looks at something it's deciding whether to eat or play with first. She's barely dressed. Gold chains drape strategically across her body, over her breasts, around her waist, between her thighs. The chains cover nothing and somehow make her more devastating than if she was naked. "Luxuria," Aphros says from across the room. "Don't scare her before we've even started." "I'm not scaring her." Luxuria circles me slowly and I catch her scent, jasmine and musk that makes my mouth water. "I'm assessing her. There's a difference."

Amber His hand tugs at his belt with an urgency that borders on madness. The leather creaks under the strain, the buckle clinking as he fumbles to free himself. “I wanted you to give in willingly,” he pants, eyes glowing blood-red, wild with lust and frustration. “I really did. But I can’t wait anymore, Amber. If I don’t have you right now, I’m going to combust.” His words fall like a hammer against my chest, and for a split second, my body—no, Irma—quivers with temptation. She howls inside me, clawing, begging, already lifting our metaphorical tail.

Ethan's POV I sensed the longing in her gaze, pleading for more but I refused to yield so easily. I craved to hear her voice, to feel her surrender completely. Chelsea's cries of pleasure echoed in my ears, igniting a primal desire within me unlike my girlfriend who is never satisfied but sweet. I pushed myself into her, slow and deliberate, ensuring every inch penetrated her deeply, reaching depths that ignited a fire within her. She dug her nails into my back, gasping as I filled her completely, our bodies merging in a primal dance of passion and desire.

Ambrose expressed his disapproval, saying, "Now is not the time to show your stubbornness." She blushed slightly and said, "I'm not trying to be stubborn. I'm afraid I won't be able to control ..." The moment Ambrose approached, Larissa's sexual desire shot up abruptly, soaring high in her body. In her eyes, Ambrose is the catalyst that can infinitely amplify the effects of the aphrodisiac. Just getting a little closer could mean taking her consciousness. Ambrose actually wanted to offer his help to fulfill her needs. But he also worried that helping her now might cause irreversible harm to her body.