Novel & Cerita Dark Lover

He stayed still for a moment with his eyes closed, his lower body lying next to her and his upper body pressed against hers, elbows on each side of her head. Maverick slowly opened his eyes and revealed the tears in them. “How can you still want me after knowing what I am? Azalea, I'm a hellhound! You and I are enemies! You're an angel, meant to take people to heaven and to keep evil out. I'm a hellhound! I drag souls to hell, and I keep people like you out. Your light, I'm Darkness. Everything about me is Darkness because I am from hell. I don't deserve you,” Maverick's voice cracked as he spoke. His hand moved to her face, trailing his fingers along her delicate skin. The last sentence cam

It was almost midnight, Alexander was consumed with grief knowing that Sarah, he had to bring her with him and take care of her, but he swore he would tear apart every one of those who hurt him at that moment; he could get to the coast at night, but it would be hard to get back alive if he didn't make it back before dawn, so he had to be cautious. The only one who could help him at that moment was Markus. Alexander got to where he was, in a private club in DarkVille, where there were women and pleasure, a place dedicated for lycanthropes, where lust and pleasure were present.

, she said looking at him with a different kind of emotion in her eyes which Samrat is failed to read for the first time. She is saying thank you for being on her side when she has no one around and sorry for not having the potential in her to love him back. Even she wants to give him a chance but she can't. She is not that matured to forgive him . The things he did to gain her are forgivable. Now also she can't predict that how moch extent he can go for her . The love which is turned out to be very dark for both of them . "HIS DARK LOVE ".

The lust we're both feeling. He kept on banging me hard and I screamed the pleasure was taking me to the center of madness. He hold my hair as he bang my entrance from the back, it was like I was being tortured by him, he has driven me crazy with the way he teased me with his hard torso. "Now it's your turn to make me go crazy,'' he muttered as I got on top of him. Seeing his long and hard torso, I centered myself on it as I began to ride him gently. He closed his eyes as he folded my two breasts. I increased the pace. He was inside me and I could feel the pleasure. I stopped the pace, now you have to give me a blow job he whispered and I nodded. Getting down on my knees he shoved his hard t

“Why do you ask?" "There is a legend of a lyceum, he is called Night Terror, and now we think he is going by The Howling One. He is the oldest of the lyceums, and it has been said he was the first. Remember the story I was telling you? It is said he lives in a shadow realm, somewhere between the light and the dark. We call it the twilight world, although this realm is forbidden to all wolfin." "What does this have to do with me?" She asked looking over the manicured lawn.

As far as I know we are only forbidden to reveal our identity to them, thus I only show myself in disguise. I watched him sleep and every time he is trying to do something bad I try to kill the evil around him. The things are, there are too many evil around him. They love to feed on the bitterness that Harold has in the life he’d been with. The more he harbors it in his heart the stronger they become. We call them Eater, because they only grow when something unholy comes out of the man’s heart. They grow as human desire evil thoughts and even hide anger, lust or any of its kind. Whatever things that are not from the Lord the Eaters were being fed off.

I stood up, didn't even look at him in the eyes because it was dark. “Amore nel buio.” He whispered. I turned to him he was already behind me. “Huh?” “Let's make love in the dark.” He suggested. As he leaned to my face. Before our lips touched again, I managed to get out an, "Only for tonight. Right?” He didn't have to say it back, though. He returned the words in the kiss. His hands trailed under the shirt I was wearing and rubbed my bare waist. I smiled under the kiss, hating how ticklish I was, but he ran his hands along my stomach relaxing me.

She could feel the heavy beat of his heart through the duvet and her limbs were melting. The thickness of his arousal was a blatant pleasure force he used to encourage her thighs even wider apart. When he raised his head, Electa found she was panting like a sprinter. His ridiculously dark eyes leaped with burning flames, his deep chest heaving, his teeth gleaming white in the darkness between his hot pulsing lips. “Tell me… Were there any other lovers, zoi mou?” Adrastos repeated the question. Electa looked at his face… into his eyes… Then her eyes fixed his mouth, wanting those lips back on her lips, needing them there…

I’d sooner sleep under a bridge for the rest of my life! Brilliant dark eyes raked over her impassively. “Alrighty then... Go now, I have nothing more to say to you.” “Oh, but I do! I’m not finished yet,” Lara asserted with venom. “Three years ago, you came into my life like a dark shadow and you tried to destroy it. There is no human being alive whom I hate more than you! And why did you set out to wreck my life? Out of nothing more than arrogant vanity, selfishness, and lust. It didn’t matter to you that I was engaged to another man or that I loved that man. It didn’t matter that you might hurt him as much as you hurt me.”

And a nightmare for the monsters, that cross our paths on daily basis. I wasn't what he wanted, but I was what he desired.bHe was looking for a scaredy little princess, but found a Queen. 4. Scarred Knight. (Romantic thriller) STANDALONE. Dark themes. Strictly for mature audience. Erotic thriller. "Hide, little deviant. I won't show you any mercy." “Leave me.” I said, my words low and lacking the strength. Maybe because I didn’t want him to.