Arya Intimacy Novels & Stories

"Are you trying to break out of your shell, Nara?" Airrin asked nonchalantly. She stared at the woman through the large mirror in front of her. "I thought you were seeking sympathy from people with the story your husband told about you and your stepsister willingly accepting polygamy. If I didn't know who you were, I might have felt sorry for you. Unfortunately, I know you well enough, so that feeling never crossed my mind." Ariana flicked her wet hand, deliberately splashing the woman's dress before placing her hand under the dryer.

“Well… that’s something.” Ryan kept his eyes locked on hers. “Good. That’s it. Stay right here with me.” Aria held his gaze. The cold detachment had not gone away completely, but something inside her, something that still belonged to the woman he knew, pushed back against it. For one fragile moment the battle inside her quieted. It was not a full victory, but it was a start.

“What's your charm?” I arched my brows in curiosity and eyed her. “Are you interested in him?” After all, some cousins do fall in love and marry each other. Perhaps the Power Axis Pack is a practitioner of those acts. Arya scoffed at me and feigned a shiver. “I don't want to lose my life.” She retorted with fear in her voice, only to grin sheepishly again. “You told me we're not friends, but we're talking so easily.” She remarked cheekily, and that made me arch my brows.

Ariana said, "I mean, could you imagine?" I shook my head and took another drink. The vodka burned its way down to my belly. Could I imagine asking my wife for that? No, no I could not. Ariana might have had an apex sexy body, but she didn't use it that way. We had what I would describe as a perfectly vanilla experience in the bedroom. She had a very traditional, romantic conception of love and she assumed that the rest of the world saw things the same way. Did I wish, sometimes, that Ariana might open up a little more? Yes, I did. But my fantasies definitely didn't extend to what Brian was trying to convince Scarlett to do.

Rachel had studied acting, and because a few low-budget web dramas she had filmed had recently started airing one after another, she had gained quite a few fans and a good reputation with casual viewers. All her arrogance was gone in front of the camera. She wore a plain white shirt, no makeup, her eyes red, looking so miserable that anyone would feel sorry for her. She then took the words I had used to fight back the day before, cut them out of context, and stitched them together as proof that I had lashed out because I was guilty, as she sobbed.

Veronica was panting, her face turned red. “Forbidden relationship must be executed in a forbidden place!” Aries turned her to the window; his hand unbuttons his jeans urgently and pulls them down along with her panties. “No one can see us! Just don’t make any noise.” The tip of his cock slides up and down between her folds and she bites her lips to stop herself from moaning as he fucks her against the window until he fills her up with his semen.

Till she clamped around him towards the last of her orgasmic trance. Then, the next round was rougher, the red of her innocence washing away as they moved together. Rougher till they both orgasmed, lips and limbs intertwined, skins softly marked by eager teeth and heartbeats fluttering wildly. **** **** Aeryl couldn't rest. All she could think about was the force named Aramisius Knighte. She wanted it to stop but she was beginning to come to a conclusion that it was going to be her little guilty pleasure. Aeryl wasn't expecting it to have her body heating up and her head humming, swirling images of Aramisius in her head.

“I married her for a reason. She’s the one who’s going to take me places....not you.” He looked her up and down with brutal indifference. “What could you ever offer me… other than your body?” Ariana flinched as if he had struck her. The cruelty in his voice was no longer hidden. It wasn’t subtle. It wasn’t disguised behind charm or manipulation. It was naked and Ugly. Her hands instinctively moved over her stomach, as if shielding the baby from the words. “You’re disgusting,” she whispered, her voice shaking. Ryan gave a dry laugh. “Now I’m disgusting?”

“More than work. More than appearances. You belong to me. I want to remind you of that. Privately. Here.” Ariana swallowed hard, her heart hammering. Every rational part of her mind screamed caution. This was the hospital. They could be interrupted. They could be seen. But another part of her—wild, unrestrained, addicted—craved the intimacy he offered, the dark possessiveness that made her feel alive in a way nothing else could.

Of course, Vika acknowledged that Aryan had always been handsome, but the aura she felt now was much stronger. Vika's past affair with Aryan's friend Dion wasn't without reason. Aryan's warm, aloof, and friendly demeanor meant that he had many friends. However, what made Vika uncomfortable was that he was always surrounded by female students. Moreover, during their relationship, Aryan was more focused on spending time with his friends than with her. Add to that the long list of his high school ex-girlfriends, and it made her hesitant to continue her relationship with him.