As Long As You're Mine Wicked Novels & Stories

THE VAMPIRE'S WEAKNESS 18+ ~Fucking you is all about me~ ~l know what you're, you not a human but a witch~ ~Am a vampire, you a witch~ ~Am gonna fuck you like one~ **** SCARLETT'S POV.

There were different cliques all paired up in school. Among the boys,we had the most popular Frank Kingston of course,the popular, wealthy, spoilt kid that everyone wanted to be friends with. I still remembered how he humiliated me in fifth grade and said I would end up being poor just like my mother, pompous, spoilt bastard.I became angry anytime I remembered what he did to me in fifth grade. I was angry for many reasons. I was angry because he insulted me and I was angry at myself because I had a huge crush on him. Well, who wouldn't. I was fat and ugly but I had feelings too and I wasn't blind not to notice that Frank Kingston was a tall handsome human with blonde, short hair and brown ey

I needed him to make love to me hard and fast like only he could so I could put all the doubts out of my mind. “Chelsea,” circling his hips he drew out a long moan from me. “Are you having second thoughts?” “No.” I clung to him. My nails scraping along his bare ass. “No I’m not having doubts about us. This is what I’ve wanted for so long. I’ve been I love with you forever Wicked.” I didn’t expect him to say it back, and that was fine. Just being here with him was enough. “Are you having doubts?”

Now, when his arms enveloped me, she was waking up, hungry. “M, you want to be mine.” Matt whispered in my ear. “I can tell by the way your breathing changed in my arms.

“The only one I’ve ever really wanted. Say it back.” “You’re mine,” I moaned, legs locked around his waist. “Only mine. Not hers. Not anyone else’s. Say it.” “I’m yours,” he groaned, thrusting harder. “Only yours, Candice. Fuck… you feel so good.” I cried out as he hit that perfect spot inside me, my head falling back. “Don’t stop— harder— I want to feel you tomorrow. I want her to see the marks and know you’re mine.” He growled, biting down on my neck, sucking hard enough to leave a dark mark. “She’ll see them. Everyone will. You’re mine too. Say it.”

Her body twitched, and her pussy began pulsing, clenching around me. “Come and look at me.” “Fuck!” Her eyes widened. Her mouth slacked as she convulsed, her nails digging at the back. “Yes. Yes. You’re fucking beautiful, and you are mine. Say it, baby.” “Yes.” “Say it, Maverick.” “Yes, I’m yours! Fuck.” “Yes. You’re mine. You’re fucking mine.” I fucked her forcefully, hard, and fast. Her tits bounced, her scream became hoarse. “I’m yours, baby.”

“You lied about your age, but every inch of you is exactly what I want. Every. Fucking. Inch.” The limo pulls away, tail lights fading like the last warning before the hunt begins. My jaw tightens, and a wicked grin spreads across my face. “She’s mine. Fuck anyone who thinks otherwise.” To Be Continued…

I whimpered. "Yes, little sub. Tell me what you want," Alyssa encouraged in a husky tone. "Please let me move. I want to get closer," I begged her. She gave an evil chortle. "You wanna move?" She flicked my engorged nub rapidly, making my hips jerked in tiny uncontrollable movements. "Yes! Please, Mistress!" I cried. "Since you asked so nicely," Mistress allowed so sweetly.

"When?" she whispered, her breath shivering across his chest, making his flat nipple harden. He understood. "When you were six." "What?" Allie gasped, her eyes flying up to his. "But you would only have been sixteen then." "You've always been mine in some form, Allie. Back then, you were like a precious little sister. As you grew, though, I knew I wanted you. By the time you were fourteen I knew. I also knew it was wrong to go after a girl that young, so I treated you like a sister and beat the shit out of anyone else that even looked at you."

Informing the world that she’s mine. Her pupils are blown wide and her thighs are trembling from the effort to hold back her orgasm. Her sweet nectar coats my fingers and I can’t hold back the growl rumbling in my chest. “Mine. I have to taste you.” I rip her pretty underwear with my teeth and immediately bury my head in her sweet, succulent mound. My tongue lapping hungrily at her musky ambrosia, the need to claim her growing out of control.