Dangerous Lover Gl Novels & Stories

Heavy curtains framed tall windows, and twin couches sat positioned before an unlit fireplace, dark and waiting, like the whole room was holding its breath. A young man stood near the hearth — sharp-dressed, dark-haired, the kind of handsome that came with an edge to it. Elison Floris. He looked up as the door opened, opened his mouth to speak. "Damn it," he muttered first, almost to himself, frustration flickering across his face. "I wasn't able to see his face." Before anyone could ask what he meant, motion cut through the room — fast, deliberate. A knife sailed through the air toward him without warning, gleaming once under the chandelier's light before closing the distance.

The dark-haired lover grabs the hard penis of the blond-haired lover, who had just licked the woman's pussy, and looking into his eyes, as if asking for permission, lowers his head and runs his tongue over the tip, making the other hissis. Stephany runs her fingers over the nipples, her eyes getting darker, on the lovers' movements. When the dark-haired lover starts pumping his head and sucking hard, the noises reach Stephany's ears, and she moans with pleasure and rubs her clitoris. Her eyes always fixed on her two lovers. The blond-haired lover leans back, giving better access to the dark-haired lover, who takes the opportunity to grab the blond-haired lover's balls. The blond-haired lover

Every touch sent warmth rushing through my body. The red lace suddenly felt too thin beneath his gaze. Too revealing. But Sebastian touched me like he admired every inch of me. Like I was something precious. Something dangerous. The storm outside shook the windows while his mouth traveled slowly along my neck again. I buried my fingers into his shoulders, completely overwhelmed by how good he made me feel. No one had ever kissed me like this before. No one had ever looked at me like they were terrified of wanting me too much. And somehow… That made this even more dangerous.

What happened last night kept looping in my head like a film I wasn’t ready to stop watching. Every second, every breath, every kiss—I relived it all as I sat quietly, lost in thought, the ghost of his touch still lingering on my skin. Travian. He was a walking complication—a man with the kind of eyes that could burn holes through steel, and lips that lay just as beautifully as they kissed. A great guy, maybe. But having him in my space, in my bed, and especially in my heart… it was dangerous. Too dangerous.

Victor roared and flooded her with the first thick load of the night, pumping deep until it overflowed. But he wasn’t done. He flipped her onto her back, kissed her slow and deep for the first time that night — almost tender, his tongue stroking hers like he was savoring her. When he pulled back, his dark eyes held something new. Something raw. “You’re dangerous, Lila,” he whispered against her lips as he slid back inside her. “I wasn’t supposed to need you like this.”

For still making me feel things I buried five years ago. As I stride through the corridors of Inferno, the weight of his gaze still burns across my skin, and the truth curls tightly in my gut like a secret I can’t outrun: Dalton Montcliar might still be the most dangerous man I’ve ever known. And the most dangerous thing of all? A part of me is still drawn to that fire. It would only take a little time before he makes his way for Amore. I know she's the one he’s aimming for and I’d be damned if he takes her away from me.

He was finally confessing all his sins now, and the trio was recording all of that as the evidence they'll use against him. "All they did was going against me and be related to you. Oh, how can I forget your first lover...Troy. He was a tough guy but he had to die because he was an eyesore." He said and his eyes looked dark. He pinched the nerve now, she was getting angry but she had no option but to still hold it in. She had to get away from that and then just kill him in the worst way possible after she gets the power to make him fear her.

"How much Whiskey did you have back there again?" I slap his shoulder. "You know that's not what I mean! Where's my note? Where's the next part of your romantic poem, my romantic lover?" I try to sound seductive but judging his grin, it's not working. "Romantic lover? Did you just call me your romantic lover?" he asks. "That was a horrible attempt at trying to charm my ass off, Sophie."

It must be the mate bond that is causing a twinge of jealously to course through me. “What about you? Who has the honour of being your lover?” He asks, daring me to reveal all. “I was in a mildly serious relationship with a guy who cheated on me. After that it was just stupid flings with useless guys,” I admit. He may not be willing to tell me anything, but he can hear about my depressing romantic past. Keo breathes in deeply, settling further back in his chair. “They never deserved to see your body.” I ignore the darkness in his eyes and take it for kindness. Although with Keo, nothing is ever as it seen. A thought briefly touches my mind that he may find this ex-boyfriend of mine and kill

I have to make a little cough and averted my gaze, I must have made it so obvious just now. "Your face is all red." Janet pointed at my face and I try to frown, maybe this will make the redness go away. "What are you saying?" I look ahead. "Let's just go." I walked ahead of them. "I wonder if you have found another lover," Kelly called out and Janet giggle, I turn to look at them, jeez! They both know how to play their cards well, lover my butt. "Hey girls, I am just happy we would be going for the excursion." I lied, trying to distract them from trying to thread into my relationship, and it seems to work.