Delicious In Dungeon Marcille Love Interest Novels & Stories

Marcus pouted like a little child. " You're starting to behave like Marcel. " She chuckled at his childish behaviour. Marcel was their three year old son. He stared at her, " I love you for infinity. " Marcus never expected to love or be mated to a human and that human that came into his life and melted his heart was...Alessia. The woman he wanted and would love for infinity was chosen by him and by him alone. She is his mate, his wife and no one can ever change that not even the moon goddess.

Catherine gestures to Louis. ​"Thank you for welcoming me." Louis appreciates. ​"Let's cheers to a new successful beginning." Catherine says. Everyone raises their glasses to the air before drinking. A maid walks over to Francis and whispers in his ear. Francis nods and follows the maid towards the gate. The maid just told him that the cake he had ordered for Catherine's birthday has been delivered. Charles scoffs as he watches Francis walk, "I guess Francis was a servant in his past life. It suits him perfectly."

Resisting the urge to lick the utensils clean, I stood up, gathering all the dirty dishes and carrying them to the kitchen expertly. "When did you make dessert?" He asked from behind me as I placed the dishes into the sink and moved towards the refrigerator. "When you had gone out. And mind you, it's nothing too fancy," I warned him as I opened the refrigerator and took the plate out. I watched as his face lit up at the sight of the plate full of the chocolate covered strawberries in my hand like a kid at who had just received the best Christmas present ever. "Strawberries and chocolate, two of my favourites together," he said, his eyes shining in delight as he picked one right off the plate

“And this time you decide what it is.” The villa began to hum with a different kind of energy as midnight approached. A sultry tension thickened the air whispers passed between bodies like prophecy. Maristella lay sprawled across velvet cushions, still catching her breath from the last game. Her lips were kiss-bruised, her inner thighs trembling from the taste of being thoroughly ruined yet something in her pulsed for more. Her masked stranger Lucien traced the welts on her thighs with the gentlest of fingers. “You’re not done,” he murmured. It wasn’t a question. It was a vow.

I avoided her gaze and feigned a cough, suddenly feeling the weight of her gaze on my neck. She moved closer, inspecting the mark closely, her hands shaking. "Isabella, you've never dated anyone," she whispered, her voice filled with confusion. “How come you're marked?" I nodded, my throat tightening. "Look, I need to tell you something. I'm not lying, Lily. I chose the most handsome man at the moonlight party to marry in order to fulfill my mom's wish," I explained, a sparkle in my eye. Lily's brow furrowed. "Okay...so you're just lucky?" she asked, skepticism lacing her words. "Tell me more about this mystery man. What's his name?"

Lena As I pondered what Royce had just told me, something dropped in my mind, snapping me off the thoughts that had kept me busy. My head whipped towards him, and in that instant, I asked, "Did you just say 'hidden dungeon?'" My voice was rushed and urgent. "Is that nowhere that fat maid?" My brows slightly furrowed as I stared at him. "Yes, my lady, that's where she is." Royce firmly replied. Hearing his response made me snort, and I began to slice the beef on my plate again.

James soundtrack: overlapping conversations, questionable jokes, and the clatter of big spoons hitting bigger pots. Marvella took a careful bite of gumbo. Her eyes widened. “This…is extraordinary.” Rory puffed up. “Well, thank you, ma’am. I try not to embarrass my ancestors.” Asher lifted his glass. “To Ava—our queen—and her new gentleman friend.” Genevieve elbowed him. “Stop embarrassing her. Wait until dessert.” Delphine eyed Marcus with quiet suspicion, but Maya distracted her by asking about the history of the restaurant. Within ten minutes, Delphine was telling her every St. James secret from the last forty years.

But I could feel it. The way her breath hitched. The way her pulse thrummed wildly beneath her delicate skin. I loved her like this—soft, trembling, mine. "You’re adorable when you think you have control, little dove," I whispered. She didn’t hear me. Not yet. But she felt me. The air grew thick, heavy, humming with my presence. The soft scent of Mira’s apartment—lavender and linen—was drowned in something darker. Something rich, metallic, damp.

I followed her instructions, pressing into the dough with more force than needed, imagining Lucien’s smug face flattening under each push, every movement a quiet curse I couldn’t speak aloud. It turns out the mark burning on my neck wasn’t really nothing. It was because he was with another woman. We were bound now through a mark I never asked for, and that’s the first thing he did? I asked several werewolves, hoping Darius was wrong—but you can’t exactly rewrite werewolf history overnight. Lucien was with another woman. "Good job," she clapped her hands together excitedly as I kneaded the dough. Darius walked into the kitchen shirtless, two bags of foodstuff stacked on his shoulder.

“Filled me so full. Then he took me again in the shower. On the balcony. He made me ride him reverse cowgirl and describe how much better his cock felt than yours.” Tears slipped down Marcus’s cheeks even as he moaned with pleasure. The humiliation was crushing, yet it only made him harder. Elena leaned down and kissed him deeply, letting him taste everything. “He marked me so you would know. Look at my tits, Marcus. Look at what he did to your wife.” She rode him harder, her full breasts bouncing in his face. Marcus sucked desperately on one of her marked nipples, tasting the faint salt of sweat and the lingering evidence of Damien’s mouth.