Dangerous Desire Movie นิยาย & เรื่องราว

I can’t stop thinking about his tongue between my thighs, the filthy sounds that left his mouth as he ate my pussy like a starving man. Even now, as my world is crumbling all around me, all I want is for him to take me on this balcony, have me screaming his name for the entire world to hear. But desire is a dangerous thing, and I’m one second away from moaning if he keeps looking at me and flicking his thumb over my lip like that. “Let us help you, Melanie.” His voice, a deep dangerous baritone, causes my throat to dry up. I’m convinced all the liquid in my throat rushed down to my vagina with how wet I am.

We are desperate, we both want this. “Please Ryan, I want you inside me now.” “I can’t find the lube.” “We don’t need it. Use you spit, it’s enough.” I chuckle. I love how desperate he is for my cock. “I think you have gotten addicted to my cock, baby.” He smile shyly and hide his face in my chest. “I want this as much as you but I don’t want to hurt you.” “You won’t hurt me. Please I want this.”

The woman moans and arches her back, running her fingers through his hair in a way that makes Damien shift in his seat. Fuck! This movie is so fucking hot! “Damn this cabin!” I hear Damien groan and I confirm I am not the only one getting affected. I know instantly that it isn't Damien changing the channel. Whoever that got us stuck in the bathroom is behind this. This cabin is really magical. The movie is still playing. The male has moved on from sucking his woman's nipples and is now moving down her body, placing hot kisses across her trembling belly and down to her soft little pussy mound.

When he pulled back just enough to look at me, his chest heaving slightly, and I— I was wobbly, almost. “Curiosity can be dangerous, kitten… you understand that?” He brushed his thumb against my lower lip. I pressed my forehead to his, “And what about desire? Equally dangerous?” I whispered with a lusty tone, letting him feel my desire for him, not caring what it makes me. Lucien’s dark chuckle rumbled through the air. Amused. “Yes,” he said, then his lips descended to mine again, faster this time, hungrier, hands roaming with practiced ease.

It wasn’t the strangers, the shadows, or even fate itself. It was me. My surrender. My obsession. My choice to let him consume me, even when I knew it was reckless, dangerous, and forbidden. Even as he disappeared into the night, leaving me trembling and breathless, I knew the truth: the collision of desire and danger had changed everything. My world, my heart, my body, my mind—everything was consumed by the fire he ignited. Some obsessions aren’t meant to be tamed. Some desires aren’t meant to be denied. And some people… are impossible to resist, impossible to escape, and impossible to forget.

He called her name, over and over, his tiny voice raw with desperation. But the flames didn’t care.The fire danced along the walls, greedy and fast, licking up the wooden beams like they were nothing but paper. Another crash sounded from somewhere above. The ceiling groaned under the weight of its own destruction. The fire trucks arrived but it was too late. He was swooped in the arms by a large man. Tears welled up in his eyes. He wanted to scream for them to save her but his throat was tight shut. He fought, but he was too weak, too disoriented. By the time the smoke had cleared, all that was left was the blackened remains of a home he once felt safe in. And her, he hoped that she had been

I hate that it still feels like home, I try to hold onto the anger. I try to remember my sister. My brother. My mother. But my body betrays me, my resistance weakens and my movements slow. The fight in my wrists turns into trembling instead of pushing. His kiss softens slightly. Not possession now or dominance, but something rawer, something breaking. My breathing shifts. And despite everything — Despite the war, the lies, the blood, the threat — I melt. Just a little. Because I still love him. And that is the most dangerous thing of all.

Too close. His hands slammed onto the desk behind me, trapping me between his body and the hard surface. His scent, his heat, everything about him surrounded me, drowning me in something I hated—desire. “Say it again,” he murmured, his voice dangerous. I swallowed, refusing to be intimidated. “Say what again?” “That you don’t want me.” His eyes burned into mine, his lips inches from my own. “Say it, and mean it.” I forced a smirk, ignoring the way my pulse pounded. “I don’t want you, Damion.”

She felt herself shiver at the memory, a shiver that was not entirely from fear. Her pulse refused to calm. What scared her was not that they had almost crossed the line. What scared her was the depth of desire that had flared between them, the way it had pulled her toward him with a force that defied logic. She had always thought desire was a dangerous thing to indulge, a temptation to be avoided, but with Damian, it was like staring into a fire that both warmed and threatened to consume.

Too bad for them, I actually did spit fire. "Fine, but I think you should scrap Everhart from your mind. Find another target." Desiree's voice cut through my musings, jarring me back to the opulent ballroom. "What! I can't do that!" She stared at me, mouth agape, eyes wide. The look, strangely enough, reminded me of the hamster my father accidentally squeezed to death. And I use the term accidentally loosely. I jolted, shaking my head to dispel the unwelcome memory. I sighed, meeting Desiree's dramatic gaze. She always had a flair for the theatrical, but she wouldn't say no unless it was a genuinely bad idea. "Why? Give me one good reason, and I won't contact him."