Beauty From Surrender Read Online Novels & Stories

"Aren't you a snake? I've always knew that you had eyes for him." Marina clamped her mouth shut, but her eyes did the talking as she stared daggers at Valentina. She let her eyes take in the woman's dressing, and rolled her eyes. As always, she is beautiful. More than she would ever be. Her chestnut hair was neatly plaited into two large ponytails, and they rested against her arm, falling down to her blossom like waterfalls. Her pink bikini screamed wealth and elegance, her perfectly shaped legs couldn't be missed either. Feeling insecure, Marina stole a glance at Ryan, just to be sure he wasn't staring at those legs.

“What does that even mean? A grand gesture? A declaration?” “The texts are less clear here, Alpha,” Kieran admitted, running a hand through his already messy hair. “They speak of a ‘shared vulnerability,’ a ‘mutual sacrifice of self,’ a ‘union forged in light.’ It’s not about one life for another. It’s about two lives merging, two souls connecting in a way that is antithetical to the curse’s divisive nature. It requires both individuals from the bound lines to be fully present, fully accepting, and willing to face the curse’s power together.”

She was asleep but her beauty did not fail to radiate the room outshining every other girl present. “Well too bad she may be the beautiful but a slut she will be at the sunset of tomorrow'' one of the air hostesses chimed in handing over a glass of red wine to Edward who in return not only takes the glass off the hands of the beautiful damsel but her hands with it.

Raisa looked down in shame, then gently kissed the real flowers. "Your beauty captivates the heart, oh virgin... It becomes an unforgettable charm. Your face is like a full moon painting. Presenting an inescapable beauty. The rays of your eyes hint at gentleness. Your smile is alluring and soothing to the soul. The embroidery of your lips is beautiful and charming. It becomes a very beautiful work of art. Your voice flows beautifully. Like an enchanting song. Your every move shudders gently. Spreading unforgettable warmth. Your beauty is not just in your face. It's in your whole incarnate self. Your perfect body

She looks at the couple again and I see the surrender in her eyes. With a shaky exhale, she tilts her hips forward and nods once, then more deliberately before parting her knees just enough. I spread her wider but don’t rush in, letting her sit in the heat of their stare, her body caught between shame and want. I want her to know this is her choice, her surrender, and I want her to feel me watching as much as touching. “Let them see how beautiful you are when you come for me,” I whisper. “God, George, I…” her breath shakes, but she keeps her legs open.

Fuck, I needed to get myself back under control. Reaching behind her, she unhooked her bra and shrugged it off her shoulders. I took in the beauty of her tits and knew that was where I wanted to dedicate some time. With my free hand, I motioned for her to lose the panties too. She did, and when she stood again, I drank in my fill. Perfection. Wren Montana was a fucking queen, and I wanted her to be mine.

The bed creaked, mixing with the sound of our skin brushing against each other. My eyes burned every time I caught sight of Dent’s photo right in front of me. Like I had no shame at all doing this in this room—staring at his face in that frame while behind me, Xavier was filling the emptiness I had. Our bodies felt like they were made to share this kind of pleasure. The resistance I once had had slowly turned into surrender. Submission. And eventually, I gave myself completely to the desire.

I am still wearing this light dress, almost transparent in the low light, and I know he sees everything—the hardened tips of my breasts, the quivering of my skin, the way my thighs clench involuntarily. — Today, you will learn what total surrender means, he murmurs, his voice deep as a distant echo. Not with ink on paper. With your body. Your mind. He brushes my cheek with the back of his fingers, then slides his hand up to my throat, not squeezing, just enough for me to feel the weight of his possession. Your soul. A shiver runs down my spine. I have never been so aware of my own breathing. He steps back, leaving me standing before him, exposed.

She's beautiful, intoxicating, sexy, filled with life, but she is never to cross the line to our dark side, never to be touched by our hands, never to be looked at by our eyes, she's forbidden for everyone, including me. I did my usual briefing, listening and answering their questions. I swear, this generation is getting dumber by the moment. Their questions varied from 'can we sell our families and friends?' Can we taste the product? What happens if we get caught? "Sell to whoever you want, no you may not taste the product, and then you're all on your own, dare to mention me, and you'll be dead before the next sunrise," I say in a cold voice, I could be scary when I want to, and I'm working

* Let yourself surrender to the pleasure only I can give you. A high, keening moan spills from her lips as he laves attention on her breasts, his clever mouth and hands stoking the flames of her desire higher and higher. Her fingers dig into his shoulders, nails raking lightly across his skin as she fights the overwhelming urge to simply give in, to surrender herself wholly to his possession.*