Angel Dust Nsfw Novels & Stories

I whisper. “I knew you would go into a state of denial. I'm sending you the link now.” My phone vibrates in my hand, I put my phone on the loudspeaker after removing it from my ear and I open the link. An image of Alessandro sitting in a booth. His head was thrown back, and a female with blonde hair that has her head nestled between his thighs fills the screen. A whimper consumed with disgust, betrayal, and anguish escapes my mouth. I scrolled down,

CHAPTER 158 •••••Third Person POV••••• {Slight Mature Content Ahead} Aurora moans feeling soft butterfly kisses on the base of their neck as she turned her head around giving more access to Ares and sighs in contentment still in her sleep.

The large room suddenly felt small as his lips grazed her ears slowly, shivers ran through her to her core, her legs weak and face flushed, pale. A low Grunt erupted from his throat as he sniffed her, he breathed in her scent of lavender and lemon detergents, she smelt so fucking nice, she always did. "Take off your clothes Adira" he whispered She stayed still, she knew this was wrong but nodded steadily and did as was told.

Angel whispered. “B-below the neckline. Where my shirt hides it.” The bastard grinned. Feral. He felt it stretch against his skin. Then—bite. Right below his collarbone. “Ahhh—are you a fucking dog?!” Angel yelped. “So this spot's okay?” the silver-eyed demon teased, voice all velvet and venom. “Y-yes,” he whispered while squirming. “P-please…” he begged again, “...just… be gentle.” The psycho laughed—low and sexy.

She moaned and immediately widened her legs as the fingers were not only fucking her but also rubbing the walls inside her pussy in an intense way each time it enters her, one could imagine the pleasure. They were deep in their world of pleasure and enjoying each other, not knowing that the people outside were approaching the room slowly to continue where they stopped as the sex earlier had captivated all of them, and each and every one of them was so aroused that it almost thinking for them first before their brain, and the fact that Angelo didn't bother to close the door was another advantage to the people. As his fingers were fucking and rubbing her pussy, he captured her widened lips, an

"You wanted to possess the anomaly. So, claim it." Arga growled, the sound barely human. He grabbed Anji’s shoulders, his fingers digging deep into the fabric and skin, pulling him into a searing kiss. It was an act of surrender masked as dominance. They moved in a tangled rhythm of chaos, a mess of leather, silk, and heat. The office had become an arena. Arga’s professional veneer shattered completely; he wasn't thinking about board members, stock portfolios, or security logs. He was lost in the sensory vacuum of the drug, anchored only by the burning sensation radiating from Anji.

She began panting heavily as if she had just finished a marathon, but she was actually burning in the fire of desire, which was becoming increasingly difficult for her to control, and Angus was only adding to her mystery. Though Angus was having fun teasing her, he was also doing so because if he lost control and his beast came out, he is certain he will not stop until he has truly and completely ruined her. His lips moved down and kissed her neck. There were a few hair strands that were getting in the way of his lips and her skin, so he removed them all with his thumb. As soon as his skin touched her sensually, she moaned and tossed her head to the other side, revealing her supple soft skin

In my pursuit of excitement, I lay on the bed with my legs open, frantically pleasuring myself in front of the floor-to-ceiling window. Through the dark glass, I could see a strong man on the balcony opposite staring at my body intently. This extreme taboo made my scalp numb, and I grew increasingly depraved. I tried my best to arch my back as I became a shameless, irrational, and thrill-seeking tart. My name was Layla Terra, and I was a dance student.

Aurora: “Angelina, what is going on?” I asked, frowning when my stomach hurt me more than it usually did. My baby, feeling my nervous state, grew more nervous by the second, kicking me as if his life depended on it. “I don’t know, Alessandro asked me to stay back…” Angelina frowned, before a choked cry escaped her lips, and following her gaze, my jaw dropped at the sight. My mate, Dante, held a limp Anastasia in his arms. Her hand, which would have normally been on her stomach if she had any control of it, was limp in the air, and blood, her blood, coated her clothes and my mate’s, making my lips quiver.

begged nails raking red healed violet flames skin trails heightened. Feral growl pace savage storm pinned lips fire neck nipping marks bloom bruises. "Mine fucking mine," rasped hand circle clit tease jolts. "Dripping cunt greedy beg cum flooding hole." Core tight coiling ribbons wrapped bond roar wolves savage mental devours. Cried climax shattered waves clenching pulses release hot deep warmth groaned prayer. Mid-rut eyes silver storm deep. "Adapt Elara every harmony." "Yes," gasped flames nails blood sweet peaks unified purring ruin trembling aftershocks slick entwined.