Dark Love Artwork Novels & Stories

Her breast was rubbing on his shirt, making the tip hardened more. The only light in the room was the lights of the candle. Then he turned the night lamp on, on the best side table and then he stood up leaving her almost naked on the bed. She felt strange and disappointed as he walked towards the glass window wall and pulled the curtain covering the window. Then He walks back to her, his eyes have turned dark staring at her with adoration, admiring at him. Momentarily, his eyes filled with lust and life. She was waiting for him as he got closer. He is dangerously handsome and he is her. Only her.

The comforting sensation makes my eyes drift closed. “I’m sleepy,” I murmur. He presses a kiss on my head. “Sleep, moya malen'kaya lyubov'. You’re safe with me.” My mind wants to argue that this is inappropriate, but it loses the battle against my exhaustion. XXX

I whispered, already growing wet from his touch. Damien hummed in approval and guided me deeper into the gallery. In the next room, a series of large erotic photographs hung under soft spotlights naked bodies in elegant, provocative poses. He stopped me in front of one showing a woman on her knees, looking up at her lover with pure surrender. “Reminds me of you,” he growled, pressing his growing erection against my ass. “On your knees for Daddy, eyes wide and hungry.” His fingers slipped under my dress and found me bare and slick. He circled my clit slowly while we stood there, surrounded by millions of dollars in art.

 '' Il tuo vero amore che hai visto ogni notte".( Your true love whom you used to see every night.)Nicola chipped with happiness when he observed the portrait for good few minutes. "Yess Nicola Sono veramente sicuro che non sia lontana da me .. mio vero amore ... voglio sentire la Darkest Shade of Love con lei.'' ( I am damm sure she is not far away from me..my true love..I want to feel the Darkest Shade of Love with her.) "Sir..I hope your life...your happiness will complete soon.."Nicola said in his broken English accent. "Ohh..Nicola you should take some English lessons..I feel sorry for you when you can't join me to other countries due to your lack of knowledge of the English.."He laugh

Lifting her arms he also kissed each and every scar that littered her skin on them. Summer couldn't help the tears that threatened to spring up from her eyes as Asher put all his focus on each and every mar on her body, treating it like it was something special rather than an ugly blemish that reminded her of her painful past. "Why are you like this?" She whispered as Asher began leaning down to kiss her lips once more. "Simple." Asher responded with a smile. "I love you, and that includes everything about you whether it be good or bad."

Sit modus deam benedicat animabus illorum sub lucem hyacintho luna est scriptor Ut benedicat deam luna est luna, lux hyacintho luna sub meam” (From the deep of the spirit, who has never fallen asleep, do good to me. The spirits of the air were foul and black. It is not a pleasant thing to be kind to me. Passion and thought with the spirit of the anger against the destruction provided that it is them to me. The Spirit of the cold and the frost by the phantoms of crime and vice do good to me. May The moon goddess bless the luna' soul under the light of the blue moons)

I should be thanking her for letting me see this side of her, the side that is full of passion and love. “It’s my pleasure,” I say as we look at the painting before us. The painting mainly depicts the beauty of the night and how the sky is a mixture of different shades of blue and grey with hints of black while the moon and the stars are lighting it up in a magnificent way. The dark silhouettes of the trees are penetrating the sky perfectly adding more beauty to the landscape before me; the black silhouettes are making the brightness of the sky more vibrant. A part of me sees life in this painting; to know and appreciate the light, you have to experience darkness. I steal a glance at the mas

“I think she used to love music and art.” I looked at her for a few seconds. “You’re kidding, right? How did you know?” “You’re the one who’s stalking her for three years, and you didn’t know crap about River?” She looked surprised. “Four years. Maybe she didn’t like art anymore.” “The first thing that caught her attention was the grand piano. I noticed how River run her fingers on the keys. It was like, she was walking down memory lane. She also noticed the painting on my wall, and I could see it in her eyes, Krew. River said something like the painter has a hidden and unrequited desire towards the model.”

Napatitig ang dalaga rito. Halata sa mukha ng lalaki na may lahi dahil sa asul na mga mata nito. He has this messy taper fade haircut. Matangos na ilong at mapupulang basang labi na parang nangaakit na 'to ay halikan.