Blessed Body Curves Novels & Stories

“And don’t ever doubt… your body, your curves, your strength. I am always hungry for you. All of you.” For the first time, I let myself feel safe in my body. Protected. Desired. Loved—not for the bones society wanted me to hide, but for the meat, the curves, the soul that Damon craved. And in that moment, I knew: no enemy, no danger, no Viktor, could ever take me from him.

And with that, Tasha continues her gentle ride, our bodies entwined in a sweet, sensual dance. My hands stroke Tasha's soft skin, and she moans in pleasure, her body responding to every touch. Her breasts press against my chest, and I'm captivated by her slender yet curvy figure. Tasha knows her stature is irresistible – slim thick, with just the right amount of curves. Her confidence is intoxicating. As we move together, our bodies slick with sweat, our moans fill the air. Tasha's breathing quickens, her nails gently scraping my skin.

And she paid the price with the extra pounds, the padding—what a lovely euphemism that was, too. She liked her curves; the curves made her feel normal, gentle, open, emotional— bare. You couldn’t hide from a curve; you couldn’t hide from a love handle or from a padded hip or from a booty that made enough men blush and drool. She knew it was an asset (pun intended) to some guys.

“No Bella, that’s not it. You're gorgeous. I’m more than attracted to you. Who wouldn’t want this slender perfect body tucked in tightly to them.” He pulled me even closer and wrapped his arm around me. “Please believe me, you’re so perfect that you stole my breath away when I first saw you. You are so sweet, I wanted to claim you the minute you said hello. Then, after I saw you fight, and I realized how strong you were, I knew you were better than anything I could have ever imagined. I didn't want to take my eyes off you.”

A sharp pain shot through my bones, making me wince and clutch the bed sheets. As the pain grew more intense, I became aware of Elsie’s presence once more, this time her voice soothing like a cool breeze. “It’s alright, Bella. This is the transformation,” she whispered. “It will pass soon, and then you’ll understand. You’ll be stronger, faster, and more powerful than you could have ever imagined. And you’ll be connected to me, forever.”

Instinct screamed to curl up, to shield myself, but he caught both my wrists in one hand, pinning them lightly above my head as his other palm cupped the underside of my breast, his thumb brushing the peak until it tightened. "Don't hide from me," he breathed, his gaze roaming like he was memorizing a sacred text. "These thighs, they're a goddamn revelation, thick and strong enough to break me and I'd thank you for it. Your body's a masterpiece, Emara, all these curves begging to be touched. You're my goddess, every inch."

**UNKNOWN** Completely and utterly sore. That probably isn’t even the best word for it. My body feels broken. But that’s what happens when you literally work your whole life to make sure you survive in a pack that is supposed to take care of you. I moan slightly at the minor movements I am making to get to the hot bath I ran myself just now. My five foot four inch frame wasn’t made for this. My long brunette hair is matted and in knots on my shoulders, chunks of hair falling out. I can feel the bruising starting on my neck from being held down. My arms have visible finger bruises, so a long sleeve shirt it shall be today.

Leona’s body was a masterpiece. Her skin was flawless, glowing like polished pearl under the moon. She had the longest, sexiest legs I’d ever seen, and a waist so thin it looked like I could wrap my hands around it. The muscle on her shoulders and back spoke of a warrior, but her curves... they made my mouth water. Her breasts were perfectly cupped by the lace of her bra—full and firm. And her ass was pure, rounded muscle. I bet if I set a glass on her hips, it wouldn't even wobble.

Her body was neither too full nor too thin; every curve, every line felt right, perfectly proportioned, a natural harmony. A low whistle escaped him as she pulled her shirt over her head, revealing the delicate curve of her spine. Even seated, her shape was impossible to miss, her inherent sensuality undeniable—but she was too thin, her ribs just visible beneath her skin, a stark reminder of her hardship. Abuse from her family, neglect and deprivation, he suspected, his anger simmering. She'd need filling out, nourishing, restoring to her full vitality.

My body trembled as waves of pleasure built, crashing over me in an unexpected orgasm. I might just die of orgasms. Kieran kissed his way down my body, pausing to trace slow, teasing patterns along my belly. He hooked his fingers into the waistband of my panties, removing them so slowly that it made me shiver. His mouth followed, exploring every inch of me slowly, and in an unholy manner.