Daniel Seavey Smut Novels & Stories

His low-waisted denim jeans show off his v-line that has my pussy and nipples screaming "Hey, didn't see you there," he says switching off the mower. He starts to stride toward me and I bite my lip even his damn walk is sexy. Confident and screaming sex appeal "How could you, Zeus," I say snickering behind my glass of iced tea. He walks onto the porch and takes a seat in front of me. He grabs a glass and pours some iced tea into it. Removing my shades I place them on the table as well as my iced tea. Fuck as weird as it is I love the way Daniel smells after he's been working out or in this case mowing the lawn. He smells like a man. A hot sexy pussy throb making manly man

“A woman?” Daniel meets my gaze with a flash in his eyes. “Not just a woman. A slut.” I can feel the tips of my fingers go cold from the sudden shock of his words. “Excuse me?” I grit out through clenched teeth. “It’s shameful, really,” he states, taking a step toward me. His posture almost feels aggressive, and I find myself taking a shaky step back, my resolve wavering. He chuckles. “A woman attempting to muscle her way into a space where she’s clearly outmatched. It tarnishes the image of dedicated chefs—real chefs—who have a genuine passion and talent for cooking.:

🔞Warning🔞: This chapter contains EXPLICIT smut. (The last one for this section. Not the last one for this book, though) ******* "With pleasure." The moment Oswin said this phrase, he felt Sean's body begin to shake under him. He was pretty sure that neither fear nor cold was not the cause of it, and the thought made his lips quirk up into a crooked smile. "Close your eyes," he said huskily, yet calmly.

"She refused to let Daniele be buried in the family cemetery. She said he didn't deserve to be a Moretti anymore." I nodded, brushing the news aside with a small smile. Daniele's body ended up in the slums, without a burial and without a single tear shed for him. Maybe that was the price of betrayal. A moment later, Samuele came in, his steps quick and steady. The strength in his stride was back, and there was real color in his face again. He was carrying a box of fresh strawberries flown in from Ilvaria, my favorite. He sat down beside me. "I heard there was news from the casino?"

Remembering the way another kiss had felt like stepping off a cliff and discovering you could fly. Callum excuses himself to greet someone. I take the opportunity to step outside for air. The Edinburgh night greets me with cool wind and the faint scent of rain. Cobblestones gleam under streetlights. My stomach twists unexpectedly. Because standing across the street—outside another pub—is Adrian Hale. He hasn't seen me yet. He's speaking with a woman. Tall. Elegant. Dark hair pulled into a sleek bun. Dr Sienna Hartley. I recognise her from the department website.

Pre-cum oozed out; she smeared it around the head with the flat of her talon, making the purple crown glisten. Dan’s head fell back against the door. “Kara… fuck… your nails…” “Say it,” she demanded, voice husky. “Tell me how much better my slutty long nails feel than Sarah’s.” “I love them,” he groaned. “God, I love your nails on my cock.”

The flicker of heat in his chest was instant and ugly. “Of course,” he muttered, tartness sharpening his tone, “you won’t find anything nice in men when it’s gays that do it for you.” Violet turned, startled. “What?” Sean’s jaw flexed, but his lips curved into something cruel. “He looks like he has sucked more cocks than oxygen in his life.” Violet blinked, then followed his gaze. When realization dawned, her face twisted in disgust. “Only you could come up with something that disgusting.”

'Damn, I hate bergamot so much,' I repeated to myself, trying to disgust myself with its smell again. "I didn't think I'd say this after so long, but damn, Popsy, you look delicious," Seamus whispered tenderly, nuzzling the skin of my neck. I closed my eyes and clenched my teeth, trying to control the need to moan as each of his touches caressed my skin and awoke the need for more. 'Treacherous body! Damn matebond.' I cursed inwardly, wishing to find a way to exorcise the feeling Seamus was feeding me.

She dropped it on the table. "Good morning sir." Gloria greeted. "Good morning." He answered as he ate a mouthful of bread. Charlotte walked to the sitting room and turned on the television. The reporter was talking about Tyler that time. "What did I do this time?" Tyler asked a rhetorical question. "A video of Mr Tyler Dalton, only son of Zane Dalton was caught on Camera having sex with an unknown person in a car. It's quite funny because we all know the young man is married." The female reported in blue suit said.

“And you smell so fucking good.” Serena smiled and stepped closer. “Thank you. And I taste even better.” Daniel’s face flushed slightly. He laughed softly. “You’re so naughty. I’m definitely finding that out soon.” He led her inside. Rose petals covered the floor and the dining table. Candles glowed. Dinner was ready. They sat down and Daniel raised his glass. “I was a bitter asshole in that hospital,” he said. “You stayed. You took care of me when no one else would. This is my thank you. Not just for the sex — though that part was amazing — but for seeing the real me.”