Angel Dust Sexy Novels & Stories

Avalon was alive, and I had no need of a cheap imitation. “What are you doing here Angelique?” I asked coldly. She tossed her black hair over her shoulder as she pushed herself from the door frame. Slowly walking towards me, I’m sure she thought she looked sexy. All I saw was a desperate whore. Her hand reached out hooking her index finger over my towel and running her finger between the towel and my lower abdomen in a suggestive manner. Biting her lips she looked up into my eyes.

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.

“Already shaking. You feel how wet she is just from this? Bet she’s clenching around nothing, begging to be fucked.” Azrael’s fingers dipped lower—teasing the waistband of my pants, slipping just under the edge to brush the damp lace beneath. Not going in. Yet. “I can smell her from here. Sweet. Desperate. Soaked through her panties like a good little slut.” I moaned—soft, broken, my body trembling between their hard forms. My hands moved on their own: one tangling in Azrael’s hair, yanking him down roughly; the other reaching back to grip Eryx’s thigh, nails digging in deep enough to draw blood. “Touch me,” I demanded, voice hoarse. “Now.”

sending shivers down my spine. In one swift motion, he bent me over the couch, yanking my hips back. “You’re a filthy kitten, Angel,” he growled, hiking my gown up and ripping my panties off with a single, brutal tug. The fabric tore with a sharp sound, exposing my dripping clitoris to the cool air. “It’s ironic, isn’t it?” He whispered huskily, his lips brushing my neck, igniting every nerve in my body. “Your name’s Angel, yet your desires are pure sin. Your soul is corrupted, far from being an angel.” His words flipped a switch, my body humming with need as he pressed his hard cock against my ass. “Raul—” I moaned, my voice trembling with desperation. “You better keep qu

“You're in the cliffs of western Sicily. No signal. No road signs. You don’t even speak the language.” Her jaw clenched, and her eyes flashed with barely concealed anger. “Go fuck yourself.” Azrael stepped closer, slowly, like a predator. “You belong to me now. I’ll decide when you sleep, what you wear… and what you say…” His fingers lifted a lock of her hair, brushing it behind her ear. “…and who touches you.” He let his eyes drag down her throat, her chest, her waist. “Me. Only me.” She wanted to push him away, but she couldn't. The heat from him was overwhelming.

Alexander's POV "Since you asked so nicely," I teased, my voice a low, gravelly rumble that echoed through the penthouse, positioning the head of my throbbing cock at her slick entrance. Elena's body trembled beneath me, her hazel eyes wide with a intoxicating mix of fear and desire, her auburn hair splayed across the leather couch like a halo of fire. I'd bent her over the armrest, her ass up and presented to me like a gift I was about to unwrap—roughly, without mercy. The scent of her arousal hung heavy in the air, vanilla mixed with the musky tang of her wetness, driving me wild. My hands gripped her hips, fingers digging into the soft flesh hard enough to leave bruises, marking her as mi

Each glance, each touch, each quiet word built a web around her heart, and she realized she was caught willingly. As she returned to her desk, she found herself glancing at him repeatedly, even as she tried to focus on her work. Alex was back at his office, unreadable, commanding, but something in the way he looked at her hinted at a rare curiosity, a personal interest that was both thrilling and dangerous. Lena swallowed, feeling a mix of excitement and apprehension. This closeness was intoxicating, and she knew it was only the beginning.

Then almost as if he was possessed, Paul began to literally climb Agyemang until his legs wrapped around his mate’s hips and his arms coiled around his neck. With Paul stuck between the wall and Agyemang, the crowd could see the alpha’s back and his mate’s face. Agyemang didn’t waste time at all. He reached down and gently guided his engorged length into his whimpering mate. Then he hooked an arm each under each of Paul’s thighs and began to slowly fuck into him with skillful eroticism. “He didn’t lube him up.” Troy sounded as if he was being deprived of air. “He must be in pain.”

He tug at my n¡pple as his tongue lashed out wickedly on the other. I dig my fingers into his hair as his to tongue slid down my skin, wicked– teasing. "Oh God!.." I moan out helplessly. I do hope the walls are sound proofed. I tug at his hair helplessly as he worked his mouth down my bare skin. Gently sliding my panties down his dark eyes roam down my entrance. I squirm at his open show of lust. Holding my thighs in place he lowers his head between my upraised legs and I let out a short gasp as his warm tongue slids over my my wet entrance. I shut my eyes and grabbed the sheets for support. Gary slids his tongue slowly over my mound. My whole body shiver in sheer ecstasy and I'm moaning out

is all I can sigh as my fingers cling to his hair. He's so skilled, knows what I want, how to play me. His tongue goes deep inside me, licking and sucking my pussy. All I can do is throw my head back and enjoy the emotions that wash through me. “Baby, right there. I'm so close…. “, I stutter when I feel my orgasm coming on. I lean against the stone like a rag doll, Aziel's hand on one breast props me up so I don't fall over. “You're so sweet, Angel. You know I can always make you feel good”, he says with satisfaction as he licks my juices. Although my mind is not clear at the moment, I listen carefully to his words. Another slip of the tongue that makes me think we've met before, shared this