Novel & Cerita Cruel Love Dream Short

I grunted, teeth grazing her earlobe, tasting the salty sweat again– “Fill this tight little pussy till it drips." She shuddered, digging her nails into my shoulder, "I dreamed of your cock owning me…” She rambled on as her head fell to the back. “making me scream your name..." And then her voice cracked, “Dian…I’m going to…” Fuck! Her entire body trembled, and it snapped something. I drove in deeper, my thumb finding her clit and rubbing firm circles over the slick nub, feeling it pulse under my touch.

When she finally drifted off, her dreams betrayed her. She dreamt she was in the studio again, but this time, Damien wasn’t holding a brush. He was closer, right in front of her, his hand brushing against her arm as though he had every right to touch her. His other hand slid slowly down her tighs, his fingers grazing lightly, and Lena shivered even in sleep. In the dream, his face came closer, so close she could feel his breath against her mouth. The edge of a kiss hovered there, waiting.

He had to work, as he always did, on slowing down and getting the timing correct. After two hours he was satisfied. He tumbled into bed, falling asleep within a minute. His dreams were pleasant, mostly involving a cute girl that kept trying to get away. Every time he dragged her back with the rope around her middle. Sabrina's dreams were pleasant also but highly erotic. She was tied up lying on her side on a table. A stranger kept asking her if she wanted to fuck. When she said no, he approached either her open vagina or open mouth and used them as hard as he could. It felt wonderful but he would always stop before she reached orgasm. After a great number of penetrations, he finally went too

She said: both of us. He said: yes. She said: can we go Thursday. He said: I'll call in the morning. She closed her eyes. She thought about what the nightmares actually contained, when she made herself examine them clearly. Not Claire. Not the knife or the restaurant or the escape. They contained a child — unnamed in the dream, but small, in a room that was somehow wrong, in a situation she could not fix. And in the dream she was standing outside the wrong room, unable to get in, unable to do the thing that was needed.

“It’s kind of cute, seeing the nightmare of this school acting like such a puppy.” He pouted. “How did that name even stick to me? I wasn’t even that bad.” “Please.” I rolled my eyes. “I only came to this school a semester ago—how would I know? But according to Eli, you broke a lot of hearts. And, sadly, girls always fall for the bad ones.” I raised my fingers in air quotes. “Not all nightmares are bad, Cross. They called you the nightmare they wouldn’t want to wake up from. Though, honestly, I thought otherwise when I first met you.” I giggled.

Even if it was cursed it was their love in the end. Their Cursed Love. ____________________________________ THE END Hope you guys loved the story. Thanks for all the support and love. Don't forget to follow me on I* guys it's mirah_selim for my upcoming stories information. Till the next story adios

“So, any requests?” “Let’s sing Untouchable by Taylor Swift together.” She said. “Sure thing,” He said as started to strum his guitar slowly, making it soothing for Jaiden. They started singing together, and their voices blended perfectly. It was like Ed Sheeran and Taylor Swift were the ones singing together. By the time they reached the second verse, Jaiden started to fall asleep slowly, while listening to Conrad’s deep soothing voice. Conrad notices her about to fall asleep and continues the song while looking at her. Once he finishes the song, Jaiden fell asleep soundly. He tells her in a soft soothing relaxing voice, “I love you, Jaiden. Get better soon”, as he ends the call.

I will spin him in my palms until he goes crazy to me and when that happens, I slowly see him suffering until he dies. I promise myself that he will become miserable. When he let go of hugging me. We looked at each other and I immediately took back what I said to him. "I'm sorry, Alpha. I shouldn't have reacted like that. I just had a really bad dream," I said softly. "It's okay.Anyway,What is your dream, Crema? May I know?" he asked. "I dream about my parents. I saw how they were murdered mercilessly but I don't remember the events," I lied.

I watched in absolute horror as the camera captured Adrian's body pinning Lisa against a chest of drawers, his cock ruthlessly driving into her from behind. ​Then, the audio hit my ears. Lisa's breathless, shattered voice echoed softly from the speaker, moaning out his name over and over into the dark. ​"Adrian… ah! It's just a dream... she'll never know…" ​Hearing her make that sound—hearing the raw, uninhibited vulnerability of the girl I had loved for two years—sent a sudden, involuntary shudder straight down to my groin. But the brief heat was instantly replaced by a wave of crushing, violent disgust.