Colt By Simone Elise Pdf Novels & Stories

His rough hands skimmed across the flimsy material of her one piece bikini causing tingles on her skin and nipples. Elise groaned and allowed her hands to roam around his bare chest and shoulders. She was not prepared for what he did as Carl tore through the material and blew a hot breath on one nipple before lowering his mouth to suck it and tingles of electricity shot from there to her spine to her clit. She gasped at him, and tried to remove his head because of the intense sensation she was feeling.

His scorching breath engulfed her completely. “Woman… damn it… I’ve missed you so much.” Colin cursed in a low voice. It was unclear whether he was cursing fate itself, or the human woman in his arms who had completely driven him out of control. He violently grabbed the minimalist black satin dress she was wearing and pulled the side zipper down in one sharp motion. With a tearing sound, the expensive fabric and even the straps of her undergarments were stripped away by his long fingers. Eranthe’s seaweed-like long curls spread wildly across the black velvet pillow. She closed her eyes slightly and tilted her head back, but unexpectedly did not meet the anticipated violent, beast-like aggres

She recognized the peeling walls, the faint smell of antiseptic. The police station. But empty. She staggered to her feet. Papers littered the floor. Harris’s desk, overturned. A file cabinet sparking as though wired into something unseen. On the wall, the investigation board was still there but the photos were wrong. Every picture of Mark was crossed out. Every note about the collapse replaced with a single word, written over and over again in thick black ink: “SIMULATION.” Clara’s breath hitched. A door creaked behind her.

Movement, and then the door pulled open. Colt stood in a dark pair of pants and a long sleeve shirt that, although cuffed, was unbuttoned all the way to his navel, his tattoos oiled and glistening, his piercings winking at me as he managed to look both a gangster and a refined billionaire. My eyes finally went to his face where his eyes were wide, bright and beautiful as his dark curls lay in stylish waves, swept up away from his face. “Olivia?” he frowned, as if he was seeing a ghost.

But it’s like I’m frozen half in the fear of the tailor walking in on this lewd scene at any moment, and half because no one has ever spoken to me like this, and damn is it hot. “What do you mean?” Colt’s eyes flash. “You know what I mean,” he says quietly. His cock is quickly lengthening to full hardness, without him even touching it. I shift where I stand, my thighs rubbing deliciously together as the heat pools between them. “Lift up that flirty little skirt that I know you wore just to drive me fucking crazy today—” He’s not wrong, and I love that he spotted it. “Pull down those soaked little fucking panties of yours,” his deep voice rumbles through me as he steps closer, making me gasp

Most people are concentrated in the middle of the festivity, so for the moment, we have privacy, if you could call it that. We sit, and Colt moves our chairs together, as close as they can get. He leans in with his large frame and hugs me, hiding me in his arms. I close my eyes as I take in the scent of his neck where I marked him. “You’ve grown so much,” he whispers. “Hm?” “The woman you are today, you’ve grown from the girl I met so long ago.” Colt's hands slide down the length of my waist and travel under the clothed table, where he lifts my long dress up to my thighs. His hand caresses my bare skin as it moves down, then folds over my knee, his thumb gently drawing circles.

Colt goes crazy in my mind, jumping around like he’s a wild caged beast. He wants this female.

Failing miserably as she looked at Guilherme, standing between the kitchen and the living room, and wished he would kiss her like there was no tomorrow. Guilherme was focused on his laptop, reviewing the final details of the business trip he would have in a month. Although he had time, the Salvatore account required care, and he wanted to have everything ready before closing up for the office's collective year-end vacation. The sound of the door opening made him look up. Simone entered with a malicious smile and confident posture, her blonde hair cascading over her shoulders. Her slender waist, full breasts, and long legs were accentuated by a black spaghetti-strap dress. In the crook of her

the silly man couldn't take his eyes or hands off her. What was it that made her so tempting? That she was a forbidden fruit? That she wasn't his mate? That she was a damsel so in need of a red knight? Colton Rivers was no knight. He was a scoundrel, with a block of ice in a place where his heart should have been.

“But you’ll be teased. You’ll ache. You’ll beg. And you’ll watch what you’ve forgotten how to do.” She turned to Colt. “Take off your jeans.” He did it slow. Sinful. Undressing like he’d done this a thousand times and knew exactly what it did to women. His cock sprang free—long, thick, dark, curved like sin itself. The head glistened with pre-cum. Veins throbbed. And he didn’t say a word. Sariah let out a helpless little whimper. “Oh… fuck.” Keon groaned.