Dark Romance Erotica นิยาย & เรื่องราว

He was drenched, but it only made him more appealing. Gradually, his hands rose up to my thighs, going all the way up to the hem of my panties. It lingered there for a while and I shot my thigh up. His kisses had descended to my neck. I bit back a moan. The servants were here. They shouldn’t hear me moan. But I was having a tough tine holding my pleasure in. Matteo’s lips were soft. Like whatever the hell was known to be soft. His breath were making a mess of me.

WARNING: Dark Romance, Dubious Consent (Drugging/Somnophilia), Supernatural/Beast Content, Choking, Spanking, Breeding, Marking/Biting, Light Bondage, Strong Language, Graphic Sexual Content, Creampies, All Holes Used. The morning light was a cruel interloper, filtering through the lace curtains of our bedroom. I stood in the doorway, already dressed in my woodsman's flannel and heavy boots, watching Lyra stir. To any outsider, I was the picture of a doting husband, but the memory of her muffled screams and the way I had filled her pussy and ass with my supernatural seed just hours ago made my skin tingle with a secret, dark delight.

Erica said already while Darla sucked on her nipple before Erica erupted with cum around Ed’s cock while he leaned up and started fondling Darla’s sexy, busty breasts from behind while the two sexy ladies made out with each other on his lap; Ed came again at the same time as Erica did yet the two kept going at it a few thrusts longer before Erica hopped off of Ed’s cock, but not off of his lap and let Darla take his dick while Ed squeezed her tits and kissed the back of her neck, still in sheer disbelief that any of this was happening and expected to wake up at any moment, “Can we do this every day?” “I’m thinkin’ we can.” Darla said between moans as she rolled her hips and bounced on Ed’s c

No part of this work may be reproduced, distributed, or transmitted without the author’s written permission. This is a dark romance collection. In these stories, you will be fascinated by the dominance, fierce desire, obsession, and all-inclusive encircling control exerted by strong and powerful men. Love is gritty, problematic, and will test every last boundary. While walking into this journey…powerful and obsessive love will spark and thrill you, I beg you to take care of yourself while reading. Your physical and emotional safety is my number one priority, and if the passion at any point becomes too much, I encourage you to take a break. POINT OF VIEWS

You will encounter moments of intense passion, where the boundaries of pleasure are pushed to their limits, and instances of raw brutality, where the darkest aspects of human nature are laid bare. As you navigate this journey, you will be confronted with the raw intensity of BDSM, where the balance of pain and pleasure is a delicate art. You will witness the power dynamics of manipulation and submission, where control can be both a weapon and a gift. And you will be drawn into the irresistible allure of the forbidden, where the thrill of danger heightens every touch, every whisper, every breath.

Lena trembled in my arms, her body limp, her breath shaky. Mine. My fingers trailed along her spine, slow, possessive. "That wasn’t so hard, was it?" I murmured. She didn’t answer. Didn’t fight me. She couldn’t. I turned her in my arms, tilting her chin up so she had no choice but to look at me. Her eyes were distant, glazed over with the horror of what she had done. But there was something else there too. Something dark. Something that would grow. I grinned. I brushed my lips over hers—not quite a kiss, more of a claim.

"You want a puppet who'll nod and smile. However, now the puppet's strings are cut, and you're freaking out." Francis' expression turned icy. "I'm not freaking out." "Then why switch my meds?" I asked, a challenge. "You're terrified. Terrified that without those drugs, I'll realize I don't love…" His response was to kiss me, a fierce, angry kiss. I fought back, but he held me by the nape of my neck, deepening the kiss until the metallic taste of blood filled my mouth. He had bitten my lip. It was a kiss unlike any other in the ten years I had known him, fueled by both lust and a need to punish.

That's not what I mean. “As the lady commands. I’ll have to fuck this tight wetness into cumness.” Shameless! Utterly shameless! My pussy is ravaged to the core, but all I feel is sore bliss. “Mine! Say you’re mine, Lucy.” The beast demands as he slowly pulls out the little dragon, making me feel empty. “No! Deeper… I’m all yours, Lord Dexter. Please go deeper. I’m all yours.” I concur, not caring about my image. Then he plunges in hard, fast, and deep enough to make me see stars.

A voice murmurs from behind. He smells of danger… hotly so. “I…” His rough hand sliding up my thighs sends me jolting forward. Dante is generous enough to push his hand in, cupping my big breasts as support. The one behind traps something warm on my thigh and stops. He hums and pulls out. From the glass, I see him rub the tip of his fingers together with a silly smirk on his lips. “Fucking rich slut.” His tone is heavy with his Russian accent. I'm not prepared for the next action as Dante nudges my thighs aside and palms my pussy, roughly rubbing to splash all my juice.

Disclaimer!!! : Explicit erotica concept, raw and unfiltered desires. BDSM and Kink. Triggering themes. Do not go any further if you are not ready for the heat. No Intro, go in blind and enjoy the outcome. ----- ZINNIA’S POV I gasped as I moaned out my husband's name. I arched up towards him as he stroked my pussy with his cock. I writhed against the bedsheet moaning out loudly. “Fuck Ryder….oh babe!” I watched my husband slip his cock out of my pussy and give me a spank on my ass. Making me scream, and coming back to reality.