Armor Of The Seducer 소설 & 이야기

Then he pulls out and cums all over my stomach, hot and thick. He breathes heavy. Eyes locked on me like he’s waiting for me to vanish. Then—he smooths my hair back. His voice softens. “You don’t need to speak. You just need to stay pretty. And mine.” I nod. And for a second, I almost believe I am a trophy. Until I blink and remember—I’m not glass. I’m the blade hiding behind it.

"Top Mafia Boss Spotted Welcoming Girlfriend at Airport Last Night" The accompanying photo showed Samara wearing Vernon's coat over her shoulders as he opened the backseat door for her. He even had a hand against the top of the car so she wouldn't bump her head against the edge. His eyes were so gentle that they looked completely foreign to me. The gentle look in his eyes was far more authentic than the gentleness he'd shown me over the past five years. I moved out of the mansion that day. When I left, I knew that I had to put up my armor once again. I'd come to understand that there wasn't anyone in the world who could be my safe place, even if that person used to make me think that he love

Freya asked, feeling a bit shy. "No, I mean seductive loungewear. Silks. Lace. Things that look effortless but make him stay awake at night thinking about you," Anastasia explained. "But here is the most important part: Make him crave you. Make him want you, and then... starve him. Men love the chase, Freya. They like women who are confident and seductive, but they hate it when it’s too easy. If you give it to him on a silver platter, he’ll think you’re cheap. You have to be a prize he has to win."

*"A god of order." Eden hesitates. The melody in him stirs, dissonant and hungry. "Eden," I warn. He takes the shard. --- **The Tempering** The crystal spreads. It crawls up his arm, encasing his skin in iridescent armor. His scars dissolve, the melody smoothing into a single, perfect note. He turns to me, his eyes now faceted prisms. "It's... quiet," he says, wonder in his voice. "No more screaming."

I have tried so many times to make myself look attractive to him, even went to the gym to get myself fit, after a couple of days I gave up. I am actually fat, but in the modern world we call it plus-sized. However, Carlos looked past all that and we both fell in love, we’ve kissed a couple of times since we started dating three years ago, but never for once has he made a move on me. I am starting to get worried that one day someone might steal him away from me, so I have decided not to let that happen and I have finally embraced Laura idea of seducing him to bed but now I am starting to re-think the idea especially since we’ve been trying to get me into this sexy night wear, Laura bought for

A dark, oily mist seemed to cling to the edges of his uniform. This wasn’t a delivery. This was a hunt. The danger radiating from him was a physical chill on my skin. He was here to kill me. The “alternative” version he’d promised. A wild, electric thrill shot up my spine. Finally. Something honest. As he closed the distance with that unnatural speed, I didn’t retreat. I took two steps forward, meeting his advance. At the same time, a thought clicked in my mind. My S-Class Artifact—the Warrior’s Armor. It materialized around me in a whisper of spectral light, plates of unseen energy settling over my shoulders, my chest.

"What, what shall we do! The same, as with others!" "No! These can be of use to us," the stranger said, he was the tallest in the group. From head to toe he was covered with an armor that shone with a crimson shine. On his back hung a broad saber with a decorated hilt and a tassel hanging from an apple.

Reflectively, she wrapped her arms around his bare shoulder as if wanting to pull his body closer to hers. “Keep going, Cherry. Touch me,” he commanded in a husky voice. And there she was, hypnotized by Alfonso. She ran her hands down his muscular chest slowly, making the muscles twitch and a soft groan escape his mouth as response. His wide shoulder and his muscular arms looked so strong. Oh, no wonder he was called the sexiest man alive! A thought crossed Siena’s mind at once. How would it feel to be embraced by the strong arms with her body pinned under his body? Heat rose immediately to her cheeks. Why on earth did she imagine something so wild?

She felt the demon kiss the symbol on her belly and she shivered again with arousal. When she opened her eyes, they'd turned into a peculiar and startling shade of violet-blue. Silence reigned in the middle of the forest. The witch opened her eyes to see a tall, dark and handsome man standing in front of her. He was naked, aroused and smirking at her. She held her head high when the man knelt down on one knee in front of her. “My love and my mistress, I am yours.” The devil declared proudly. “Command me as you please.”

“You don’t know, do you?” “Sed is a protector type personality,” Myrna said. “That’s who he is. He tries to fix everything for everyone.” She smiled. “He’s really sweet, actually.” “I don’t think we’re talking about the same Sed. Sedric Lionheart. Tall guy. Broad shoulders. Blue eyes. Short black hair. Body befitting a Greek god. Sings. La la la la.” Myrna chuckled. “You don’t think Sed is sweet?” “No. He’s a pompous ass who can’t keep his nose out of people’s business.”