Blissful Blinks Novels & Stories

Author's POV Mira blinked open her eyes with a lazy yawn. The secure arm around her made her smile. She turned in his hold and looked at his peaceful face, she couldn't resist the urge to touch his face with lips. "I hope, you are asleep at least now!" She whispered while slowly getting out of his hold.

“Usually, yes. But with her, I don’t know. She isn’t like the others.” “No, she isn’t. But I still know a good idea when I hear it. Let’s head for my office and we can go through it and talk about it.” As Zane and Jax walked towards the stairs, Zane noticed the sign holding the drink list. At the top there was a new drink, ‘Angel’s Bliss’. At each end of the name someone had drawn angel wings and there was a halo around the capital A. Zane smiled, it was perfect. “What are you grinning about?” Jax asked.

My vision went black and I felt pure bliss course through my veins. My body relaxed into his chest as I heard the man grunt out his own release as she marked him too. Blake slowly moved over my clit, prolonging my high. I sighed in pure happiness at how I felt in this moment. The woman released his neck and he slowly pulled out, grabbing her neck and kissing her passionately. I didn't know them, but the way they embraced each other I felt their love.

My eyelids suddenly became heavy, causing me to blink repeatedly. Suddenly, the dashboard became blurred. And Derek's voice seemed farther away now. “You… should… just… relax…” “What…” I frowned. My tongue felt unusually heavy, and his words dissolved into meaningless echoes. The music, the scent, everything around me slowly melted together, and I couldn't blink again. Before I could realize what was happening, darkness swallowed the last thing I could see.

My vision blurs, crippling agony splintering my side until all I feel is red hot pain. "Stop. Please," I rasp. Her eyes grow hooded with morbid pleasure. "I like it when they beg." Her claws dig deeper and when I stumble forward, a smile shadows her face. Those blood red lips swim before my vision, the last things I see before I blackout. ___

My vision blurred, spots dancing before my eyes. “Come for me, June!” he roared, his voice raw. I screamed his name, my body convulsing around his cock, clenching and releasing in a desperate rhythm. Wave after wave of pleasure washed over me, a shattering, all-consuming climax that left me breathless, gasping for air. My body shook uncontrollably, my muscles spasming.

But I held myself. She slowly took the blindfold and a gasp left my lips. Bruhhhh, she's a goddess. The lingerie hugged every part it was meant to and accentuated her shape. She looked yummy, and I Couldn't help but scream out loud, "This is my wife, y'all, my wife." And she burst into laughter. Even at this moment, her laughter sounds rhythmical and magical.

A wave of wonder enveloped him; he had finally found what he had been seeking. There, only twenty feet away, sat Vera Susan, enjoying a large red lollipop while reading. Today, she wore no makeup, but her natural beauty radiated charm and simplicity. Her long, silky caramel hair spilled over her shoulders, and she absentmindedly ran her fingers through it as she turned the pages of her book, completely immersed in her own world. Fidelis couldn’t look away, captivated especially by her inviting red lips enclosing the lollipop. An uncontrollable desire to taste those lips surged within him, igniting a fire that he couldn’t suppress.

It floods my veins like liquid lightning. My second orgasm hits harder, deeper. Ripping through me at the exact instant his mouth pulls the first draw of blood. And then... a flash of light explodes in my head. Flashes... like a memory. Jagged and bright. They slice through the haze of pleasure. A club...Max and I sitting at a bar. Dancing, slow rhythmic movements...An elevator ride... My back flat against black silk sheets...Max above me eyes glowing with the same silver fire as his voice whispers soft endearments in Italian... He's slow, careful, worshipful. The sting of pain melting into blissful wonder.

I froze in place, staring at the gleaming knife in his hand, its cold light reflecting off his filthy knuckles. His gaze fell on me, greedy and sickening, like a snake's tongue flicking. "Well, well, I didn't expect to find such a pretty young lady here." Marianne let out a heart-wrenching scream, "Don't touch her!" I clenched my teeth, fighting down the despair churning in my chest, and turned to whisper to my mother, "Mom, whatever happens next, don't interfere. "Move back. There's a trampoline outside the window that should cushion your fall.