Novel & Cerita Dark Fantasy Romance

he begged and I nodded I don't know what he really want to say. He came closer to me and sat on my bed.. "please promise me"he begged again Like seriously!! "OK since you don't trust me let's make a deal, if I get mad you'll slap me back to earth"i said "slap you? "he asked "yeah slap me"i said "hmm, deal"he said "talk already "I yelled This is not me, am really changing all because of Jace. "I would first like to apologize for making you pass through all this headache "he paused

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His hand stopped its lazy exploration of my breast. “N-no,” I stuttered, afraid I had offended him. In one smooth motion, he rolled me onto my back and settled between my spread thighs, caging me beneath his powerful body. His dark eyes burned into mine with raw intensity. “Then why don’t I show you that you are mine… and no one else’s.” --- He didn’t wait for my answer. Lord Blackwood kissed me deeply, claiming my mouth as he positioned himself at my entrance. I was still sore from last night, but the moment his thick cock pushed inside me in one long, slow stroke, pleasure overrode the ache.

Their hollow eyes made my skin crawl. "Exchange your vows." The ghost bride slowly lowered her head toward me. In that instant, a small piece of skull slipped loose from the side of her forehead and fell. Right then, I heard the system notification: [Ding! Congratulations on successfully selecting your target: Ximena Ferguson.] [Target has gifted you a blood-red formal suit. It has been added to your inventory. Bonus reward: one universal glue.] [Please remove the nail from Ximena's head and use the universal glue to repair her skull to increase intimacy.]

The mattress dipped beneath my weight, but before I could catch my breath, he was looming over me while stripping his shirt away in one fluid motion. My eyes betrayed me, raking down the lines of his chest. His lean muscle flexed with every movement until I froze at the ink etched by his left breast. A tiny shape like infinity. My throat tightened. I wanted to ask but his voice cut through the storm of my thoughts. “Tell me one of those sick fantasies you’ve had about me, Snow.” His words were mocking but there was something else there too, like a dare. Heat flared in my face, crawling down my neck. I opened my mouth, but the words tangled on my tongue. My heart slammed against my ribs so ha

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I repeat, though deep down, I know I just wanted to be the one to do it first. He doesn’t answer. Or chooses not to. He’s the oldest among us three. And we all know he has to be sure of what we’re sensing. His eyes change. Pupils dilate, swallowing all color. Black. Dark as the deepest night. "I just need to know," he whispers. Then he kisses her. At first, it’s barely a touch. But when Natalia’s light resurfaces and wraps around him, Roman deepens the kiss. Like he needs to absorb her, merge with her.

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Fantasy fodder for late-night scrolling. But the card felt real between her fingers. And the ache it sparked low in her belly was very real. She went. The address led her to an unmarked steel door in an alley downtown. A man in a tailored black suit checked her name against a tablet, eyes lingering appreciatively on the dress she’d chosen—deep crimson silk that clung to every curve, slit high enough to flash thigh with each step, neckline plunging just enough to make her feel dangerously exposed. He nodded once. The door opened.

Suddenly, he stopped his movement, keeping his massive crown resting right between my wet lips. He tightened his grip on my hair, pulling my head up so I was forced to stare directly into his dark, seductive eyes. "Tell me, princess," he whispered, a dangerous, dark smirk spreading across his face. "If you're enjoying my dick this much in your mouth... what do you think it's going to do to you when I shove it inside your tight little pussy?”