Novel & Cerita Dark Lover

But I could see beyond his sick facade. He was just a crazy psychopathic dominant bastard, who didn't know what was coming for him yet. I slowly walked over to him, noticing how his lustful eyes raked down my body, stopping just at my thighs. His open ogling made me want to rip his throat out like I had seen a heroine do at ‘the underworld’ movie but at the same time, it gave me some sort of thrill to know that this crazy monster wanted me… wanted me so much that he seemed starved.

The sound raised goosebumps along her exposed legs and a shiver to run down her spine. He sat up. His fingers shifted into claws and tore her shirt open. Ten years ago, this would have surprised her, even made her call out in shock, but her fingers caressed his cheeks and brought him back down in a welcoming kiss. She felt him sigh against her lips as he melted against her. His claws woven into her hair as he wedged himself between her thighs. "Lily..." His voice a deep rumble in his chest. "I have a darkness within me." He murmured against her lips. One of his hands left her silky strands to grab hers and placed it against his chest. "A darkness that Karmina so desperately wants."

“Do you want to be like those women who threw themselves at me? Do you want to be fucked by your son, Mother? Touch it, I want you to feel how you make me, mother.” My eyes sank shut at his filthy words with a fresh wave of shame and arousal crashing over me. His voice dropped even lower, rough and taunting against my ear. “I want you to be my slut, Mother.” Shame burned through me like wildfire, but it only made the aching need worse. I grabbed his face with both hands, fingers trembling as I forced him to look straight into my eyes. Those silver depths were dark with lust and a wicked triumph. “Tell me, Mother,” Soren growled, voice low and rough, “do you want to be my slut? I can fuck you

Erika scrambled to her feet as the dark figure advanced, his heavy boots crunching on the splintered remains of the door. His aura filled the room, oppressive and cold, like a shadow given form. He was tall, with broad shoulders draped in a cloak as black as night, and a hood that obscured most of his face. Yet even without seeing his eyes, Erika felt the intensity of his gaze locking onto her. Tristan stepped in front of her, half-shifting into his Lycan form, claws extended, ready to attack. “Stay back,” he growled, his voice guttural and primal. “You’re not taking her.”

He especially hated anyone that possessed magic, which after hearing Savannah’s story made sense. “Savannah did Angus ever reject your mother?” I asked. “No, but when my mother found out that he had taken a chosen mate, even if it was against the poor womans will she was able to reject him since he betrayed their fated bond. Dark elves, unlike the light elves, cannot reject their mate. They can accept a rejection but that is it, however if the bond is betrayed by their mate, then since it is already partially broken, they can be the one to reject their mate. Angus knew my mother was not able to reject him, but he had no idea that she could if he betrayed their bond.” Savannah explained.

What is better than sleep to remove all the bad thoughts? I blow out all the candles except one and then lay on my bed to sleep. Complete darkness scares me. I hate being in the dark, that's why I always leave one candle. I hope deep sleep soon engulfs me so that I am away from this world at least for some time. I can be free from this life. I wish to dream about the happy life I once had. ERIC’S POV

But when Morana nodded and allowed Daniel to do what he should have done, it was at that moment that Daniel didn't hold back at all anymore. Beat after beat that made the bed under them creak, mixed with the sighs of the two of them. It is this sound that dominates the hotel room they occupy. Echoing between the bedroom walls and bouncing off the ceiling… The moonlight that penetrates in, becomes a silent witness for the two people who are pushing themselves to achieve worldly pleasures that cannot be described in words. Again and again… They did it all night… # # # The room was dark and gloomy because none of the lights were on, while the owner was holding his cellphone tightly and standing

DARK DESIRES EPISODE FIFTY "I was drunk,You got me angry last night,I went off boundaries to force you to sleep with me,But I didn't use the right words to ask you about it,I'm sorry okay"He said more softly and I stared at me for a while. Who could believe that the ruthless Mafia boss is the one apologizing to me? "It's fine,I never said I'm angry"I mumbled staring at his tattooed chest, My eyes not leaving the beautiful tattoos.

It wasn't like she would know he was picturing her as someone else while he had his way with her anyway. Over his mental struggle Asher got out of bed and took a quick shower. Throwing on only a robe he headed downstairs grabbing himself a drink before Amanda arrived. He hoped the alcohol would take some of the edge off so he could enjoy himself as much as possible as he used another woman to drown his sorrows over his long lost love. Asher was on drink three when his doorbell rang. "Come on in." Asher called not bothering to get up. Amanda didn't take any time sauntering in. Giving Asher a mischievous grin she removed her jacket revealing the black lace lingerie she had on underneath.

I expressed, and our night was filled with moans and pleasures. THE END. My Dear Readers, Thank you for supporting my story. It means so much to me. Love lots! Lovesassydreamer F*: Lovesassydreamer writes Email: love.sassydreamer@g***l.com