Novel & Cerita Amor Erotico

Still not releasing his kiss, he enveloped Amora's body, and piece by piece, the fabric covering their bodies ended up on the floor. "Are you not going to regret this, Miss? I won't stop unless you stop me now," the man reminded her. The man knew Amora was under the influence of an aphrodisiac, but the beauty displayed before him made it hard for a normal man like him not to be entranced. Amora's hazel eyes could see the sculpted muscles that wrapped the man's body beautifully. Her lips curved perfectly when she saw Chris's shadow on the man's face. Amora wrapped her arms around the man's sturdy neck and said, "Don't stop. Prove your prowess, Baby."

He reaches for her cheek and gently starts stroking it. “You are quite someone aren’t you? Some very dangerous people are out there looking for you. Tsk… tsk… what a shame for you, that you got yourself in my hands. Unfortunately, for you, I do like a challenge.” As his fingers gently strokes down the side of her face, Amore shook her head trying to get his hand off her. He suddenly stopped and slap her through the face. The impact caused her face to jerk to the side, her hair falling over to the side of her face. She closed her eyes at the intense pain. Opening her eyes she looks at him through her hair with a murderous stare. He stands up dusting his hands off.

It’s sexy as hell. Call me vanilla girl all you want, but I love missionary. I love the feeling of his skin against mine when he thrusts into me. I love his breath on my neck when he explores my insides. I love sloppy and deep kisses while he strokes my insides. I love wrapping my arms around him and pulling him tight against my chest while feeling his cock in me. I love threading my fingers in his hair while he rests his head on my shoulder and still thrusting into me. That, to me, is the best feeling ever.

I said to them, my voice husky. Steve leaned in and kissed my breast, sucking on the nipple. Josh did the same on the other side. Their mouths were hot, wet, sending jolts straight to my core. Noah picked up speed, his breaths ragged. I met his thrusts, grinding against him. The desk creaked under us, but I didn't care. All I felt was the building ecstasy. Thunder boomed loud, shaking the windows. It matched the intensity. I clawed at Noah's back, close again. "I'm gonna come," I panted.

Not happening. I gave up instantly. If I was destined to die here, I might as well go out fulfilling my greatest wish— to turn this bleak world into one giant pleasure heaven. Doesn’t matter if it’s hot or cold—I’ll make it steamy. And honestly, even with his face hidden behind that swirling black mist, the boss’s broad shoulders, narrow waist, and deep, magnetic voice were dead giveaways. The guy was built. Lust makes cowards bold. So without thinking, I said, “I’ll take shortness of breath, trembling legs, glazed eyes, and… pleasure so intense I die from it.”

Damien continued to fuck me, his movements unrelenting, drawing out my pleasure until I was a trembling, boneless mess on the desk. As I came down from my high, Damien pulled out, his body glistening with sweat. He turned me around, his eyes filled with a mixture of awe and desire. "You're incredible, Emma," he said, his voice breathless. "The way you make me feel... it's unbelievable." I smiled, a slow and seductive curve of my lips. "I'm glad you think so," I said, my voice was seductive. "Because I'm not done with you yet."

She kept stroking me through it until the aftershocks faded and I had to gently push her hand away, oversensitive. I rolled toward her and pushed her onto her back. Her legs fell open easily. I kissed down her throat, across her breasts, lingering to suck each nipple until she squirmed. Lower still, over the soft plane of her stomach. The scent of her arousal reached me before I even parted her folds with my fingers. She was slick and swollen. I settled between her thighs and licked a long stripe from her entrance up to her clit. The taste was sharp and clean. Her hips jerked and she made a low sound that went straight through me.

The room suddenly felt too hot as their scents filled my nostrils, making my cock harden even more. They looked at each other, their eyes saying things they clearly didn’t want to say aloud. They turned to look at my face and I could tell they were tempted by my offer. “If… if we agree… what happens now?” Valerie asked with a hesitant voice. I stepped between them, close enough for their perfume to surround me. “Now? Now you become mine.”I whispered, brushing a strand of hair from Amela’s cheek. She trembled while Valerie’s lips parted like she was inviting my touch.

They looked cold and menacing, even from far away you could tell they gave off a chilled, suffocating energy that writhed my skin until I was covered in goosebumps. Bigger than any wolves in our pack, black as sin and moving so smoothly you knew they were carnivores. But they were not only bigger; it was their movement that made them stand out—deadly and fast, but incredibly graceful. With the unmistakable presence of their sorcerer at their head—Sebastian Elrío. He had taken human form, but he was no man. In his eyes, there was a cold, mathematical cruelty as he stared at you through your very soul. He knew we watched, and he moved with a silent arrogance that frightened me.

“Yes. Exactly like that.” His erection pulsed, pressing painfully against his zipper. His eyes roamed over her shamelessly, devouring the sight of her spread open. He had asked for this under the pretense of art, but nothing about the look in his eyes was detached or professional. It was raw. Hungry. Lena shifted slightly, and the movement only made things worse. Damien’s gaze locked onto her core, and she felt goosebumps rise all over her skin. Her body betrayed her, wetness began to gather, subtle but visible, glistening faintly in the soft light.