Dark Romance Erotica นิยาย & เรื่องราว

“Look at me.” Our eyes locked as he slid back inside me. This time it was slower and more desperate. His forehead pressed against mine as I wrapped my legs around his waist, nails digging into his back. “I’m keeping you, Aria,” he said in between thrusts. “Say you’re mine.” “I’m yours,” I gasped. “I’m yours, Damien.” He came with a deep groan, burying himself to the fullest as he filled me with his hot and thick cum. The warmth of him triggered one last trembling orgasm that left me sobbing in his arms.

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My whole body ached to be touched his hand, especially my core which was already dripping from just this little collusion. Its still a wonder just how this man’s little gestures can move everything in me and turn me on within seconds, something that wasn’t that way when I was in love with Lucien. It was as though my body recognizes him. Using his free hand, Dravon brushed away my hair from my face, gently caressing my cheeks. “Elara…” He called out gently, as though he was testing my name on his tongue. His eyes suddenly became hooded, like he was in another world, a world of lust and pleasure.

He requested, and at that moment, unable to see him upset, I just kissed him. Our kiss began gently, filled with love, but soon it intensified, becoming wild and passionate, as always. I straddled him, sitting on his lap, while he bit my lips and drank my blood, his eyes glowing. I adored the golden hue of his eyes. His hands explored beneath my dress, causing me to moan as he squeezed my bare buttocks. As he nibbled on the sweetest spot on my neck, my core throbbed, and my entire body burned with profound desires.

D I slid my hands down over his back, slick with sweat, and grasped his pumping buttocks. He pressed his mouth against my neck and kissed me, his tongue working over my sensitive skin. ‘Fuck,’ he mumbled.” I couldn’t get enough of him. I was tired and sore but I didn’t care. I didn’t want to sleep. I wanted the ache. I wanted him in me, all the time. His weight on top of me. I wanted to squeeze him in further and further. I wanted to watch his face. I wanted his sweat to drop onto me. I wanted to drop mine on him. I got on top of him. I’d never done it before. I couldn’t really believe it; I was doing this. I was inventing something. I held him and put him in. He felt deeper in me. I pushed

Sasha reached up and played with my nipples, pulling and slapping them lightly while Dominic spanked my ass and pulled my hair. “Take it, you dirty little planner,” Dominic growled. “This is what you wanted. Two cocks wrecking your holes while we call you our cumslut.” “Yes! Harder!” I begged. “Use me. Breed me. Fill me up.” The dirty words kept coming. They called me every filthy name and I loved every second. Sasha sucked hard on my nipples while Dominic fucked my ass deep. The pressure built again until I exploded in the strongest orgasm yet. My whole body shook violently between them as I squirted all over Sasha’s strap-on.

“You were made for this cock.” I shivered. My body was already twitching with overstimulation, but I didn’t want him to stop. I didn’t want him to ever stop. He pulled back slowly, dragging every thick inch of him out, and I whimpered. “Don’t worry,” he said darkly. “I’m not done.” And then he slammed back into me harder. I gasped, my back arching off the mattress. “Oh goodness. . .” “No,” he growled. “No. . . Say my name.” his voice rough against my ear.

I cried out, my fingers tangling in his dark hair. He pushed me back onto the cot, his body covering mine. The weight of him, the heat, was everything I’d dreamed of. His hands were everywhere—kneading my breasts, sliding down my ribs, over my hips. He hooked his fingers into the waist of my simple cotton underwear and tore them down my legs. The sound of the fabric ripping was the most erotic thing I’d ever heard. Then his hand was there. Between my legs. On my pussy. A big, rough-skinned palm cupping me, his middle finger sliding through the wetness I couldn’t control.

The dirty words, the forbidden reality of who he was, and the way he owned my body pushed me closer and closer to the edge. “I’m going to fill you up,” he growled, thrusting harder, deeper. His voice took on a darker, primal edge. “I’m going to breed this tight little cunt. Pump you full of my cum until it’s dripping out of you. You want that? You want me to knock you up while your best friend has no idea?” His absolutely filthy words were my undoing. My walls clenched around him violently as my orgasm crashed over me. I came hard, screaming his name, my body shaking in the cuffs as waves of pleasure crashed through me.

I could feel his cum leaking out around where we were still joined, dripping down my thighs and onto him while our chest heaved. Damien gently ran his fingers through my hair with a tenderness. But his firm grip tightened slightly, a reminder of his control. "You're mine, Elara," he murmured right against my forehead. "Always." "Hmm," I hummed. I closed my eyes. My body was still riddled with the emotions that came with that sort of hard fuck. This wasn't the right time for me to assimilate any sort of thing and he knew that. Yet, I let the darkness of his words sink right into my skin.