Dark Love Stories Novels & Stories

She was ready, more than ready, to surrender to the pleasure that awaited her, to the unknown pleasures that Travis and Jenna promised. As their lips met once more, Sadile felt herself being guided to the couch, her body positioned between them, a willing participant in the erotic dance that was about to unfold. The room was filled with the sounds of their breathing, heavy and ragged, the only light coming from the flickering flames of the candles Travis had lit, casting shadows on the walls, shadows that danced in time with their movements. Jenna's hands slid down Sadile's body, her fingers teasing the sensitive flesh between her thighs.

Alyse took a deep breath and started to read the letter. [Alyse, if you are reading this, it means you already know everything. I’m sorry for trying but failing to keep the truth from you. Actually, I don’t have much to say. I only wanted to tell you that, although I only came to this world and pursued you as part of the Strategic System, I’ve always truly loved you. I love you, and that’s why I’m willing to do anything for you. I hope that you find happiness.] The letter was not very long.

Warning: Explicit sexual content, group sex, extremely rough sex, BDSM elements, consensual intense experience. 18+ only. All characters are adults. "OH GOD! OH FUCK! DAMIEN!" Serah's scream echoed through the penthouse suite, raw and primal, as Damien's massive cock hit a spot inside her that shouldn't exist.....a depth that defied anatomy, a place that made her see actual stars bursting behind her clenched eyelids.

And every time I saw it, something inside my chest twisted painfully, like a reminder I hadn’t asked for. Dark hair. Piercing hazel eyes. Six-foot-one of pure intimidation wrapped in beauty. Devastatingly handsome, no, devastatingly beautiful. If goddesses existed, Jensen Aniston would be a warrior goddess. The kind carved into myths and whispered about in legends. The kind who stole hearts without trying, who left wreckage behind with nothing more than a glance. I had told myself, over and over, that I loved men. I needed to love men. I dated them. Kissed them. Shared beds, made foolish promises and kept a brief illusion of something real.

Author’s Note / Reader Warning: This story contains extremely explicit content, dark themes, non-consensual elements, drugging, stalking, kidnapping, heavy BDSM, blood play, and intense psychological manipulation. It is very dark and not for the faint of heart. Reader discretion is strongly advised. ****** Chapter 1 Velvet Obsession Ledger¥ She was sleeping again.

Kryon then removes his wrist from above her mouth and leans down over her, and just before his lips meet with hers, he whispers. “I love you, my Beloved.” Kryon and Cleo are soon surrounded by Alexander, Margret, Chris, Harlen and the few other high noble vampires who could fit into the private garden, their eyes going wide in shock as they watch the purple-blue ribbon of light surrounding Kryon and Cleo get brighter and brighter.

He was never late. I leaned back slowly, taking deep breaths to calm the heat burning in the pit of my stomach as fragments of my research replayed inside my head. BDSM contracts. Consent. Dominants. Submission. Orgasm denial. The words alone had kept me awake half the night. And the truly terrifying part? If Maxwell asked, I knew I would give him almost anything. Actually I would give anything. The realization made my cock twitch hard beneath the table, I squeezed my thighs together.

My eyes fall shut, trying to keep the tears at bay. “I accepted the path of darkness for myself. I’m a vampire,” Lucas continues. “That’s what we are. That’s what’s inside of us. Darkness.” He slips one hand under me, and my heart swells in my chest. “I believed I could never be anything but dark. I let it consume me, and I told myself that’s how things were meant to be. For over a thousand years I clung onto that false truth…and then I met you.” A tear rolls down my cheek.

Chapter Three – Retreat’s Rapture The Sapphire Retreat darkened as night fell, the stars reflecting on the waves, the cabana’s sapphire curtains billowing in the coastal breeze, the air thick with the musk of our passion. My body was a map of their desire—bruises on my hips and thighs, bite marks on my chest, cum and sweat coating my skin—yet the hunger within me raged, a primal need fueled by Marcus and Liam’s unrelenting dominance. The two men loomed over me, their breaths heavy, cocks hard again, eyes locked on mine with a fierce devotion, ready to culminate the retreat in a rapture of flesh and spirit. The isolation thrummed with the energy of our shared taboo, their partnership a sacred

I walked towards her slowly. {Leilani’s POV} I've spent an hour thinking maybe I should jump here. Or maybe I should take poison and die in my sleep. I never knew he'd find me. “Vincenzo… I'm sorry. But we are already defeated, I can't keep on loving you in secret.” I explained. “We are not defeated. I can love you in the dark. Amore nel buio.” He said. {Love In The Dark} So I remembered all those times we spent together. That I didn't notice he was just a few centimetres away from me.