Delilah Dagger Nude Novels & Stories

Just then, Delilah burst out of her bedroom. She looked stunning in a deep green, knitted two-piece—a spaghetti-strap crop top and a mini skirt that stopped dangerously mid-thigh, paired with heavy black boots. “Has the Emperor finally retreated?” She asked, looking between me and Aria. “He's outside,” I said. “Taking a phone call.” Delilah groaned, tossing her hair over her shoulder. “See? This is what I’m talking about. He shows up, acts like he owns the air we breathe, and then ducks out to have hushed conversations with people who definitely aren't his mother.”

Even with the blood on her lips, Delilah was still smiling, licking the blood. "Stay away from me" Sylvester glared and walked out with Jaemin. "Even his harshness turns me on, why can't I stop?" Delilah laughed, dipping her hand into the shorts she's wearing. She touched her p*ssy and brought it out. Her juice was already all-over it. She licked it all and backed the wall, then she pulled down the shorts completely, fingering herself like that. "Damn! Sylvester!" She screamed, pushing in her own fingers.

Delilah. Eyes dark enough to conjure demons. Claws sank deeply into my flesh. My blood stained her skin, slipping down her arm. Beside her was a small box. More like a coffin. In her right hand was a shiny silver dagger that sparkled under the glow of the moon. “Your heart will be in there after I carve it from your chest.” Chills broke from my spine. My stomach tightened in fear. I could still feel the pain from her claws on my skin.

After draining the last of my coffee, I let out a sigh. I did not wish to see her, but professional ethics left me no choice. I had to meet my husband’s mistress. Even in a hospital gown, Bianca looked anything but disheveled. “Miss Dane, are you experiencing any discomfort?” I refused to let my personal feelings affect my work, even if the woman in front of me was Liam’s mistress. She showed no embarrassment whatsoever as she asked in concern, “Dr. Quayle, am I going to lose my figure after this? I’m worried it’ll affect things between my hubby and me.”

I scrunched my forehead thinking hard until Lidya shakes me back to reality. "This... is... so... freaking... awesome, Laila... he's like a sexy-greek-god!! Cant you believe it!!" she whispers animatedly, "I'll do anything to make this Hot-piece of stud to be mine... this Blaze A. DeVille... is worth a catch!!" Blaze. Blaze? Blaze? My eyes bug-out impossibly big while hearing that name. The devil in my dream mentioned his name... it was Blaze.

I could only stay in his embrace as I felt no strength, though I couldn't help chuckling coolly, "What, do you still want my heartblood? I'm sorry, but I'm useless now. My chest is riddled with holes and I can no longer save your beloved." That was when he caressed my cheek, a lethal tenderness just like the dagger in my chest on our wedding night. "Or what, you want to consummate now?" I snorted. "Are you really that disgusting, Cain?" He kept his eyes fixed on me as if he didn't understand my words, his gaze only turning more determined. He then raised his hand, and the dagger that almost took my life materialized. It was the simplest type of dagger—one that could be bought with a few bron

"Spread your legs sideways, give me a clear vision." Cyrus growled at her, making Danielle flinch and shuddered as she suppressed her sniffling. Shame and heat clouded her body and ears, Danielle slowly spread her legs sideways which exposed the torn neckline too. The alpha was satisfied with the results, he could clearly see her pink pussy and her bare breasts dangling. "That's more like it! Now play with yourself."

They had been very clear about that. Then Destiny noticed that while she had been studying him, Tyler had been studying her as well. She was standing in front of him in a strapless bra and matching thong. Her shiny black heels completed the look. Judging by his slightly labored breathing and the obvious lust in his eyes he certainly liked what he saw too. Tyler then kicked his shoes off and Destiny unhooked his belt. She then unsnapped the button and pulled down his zipper. Tyler took over pulling his jeans and boxers off in one movement. Destiny didn't hesitate. She had been dying to try her newly acquired oral skills on someone. Leo had told her she was an expert before leaving and she wan

Delilah moaned as her nails dug into my shoulders. Careful to avoid her bump or at least the best I could, I slid my hands down her sides to find her pajama shorts. No words were needed to convey what I wanted. Delilah raised her hips enough that I could yank the shorts past the curve of her ass. I still can’t believe she wasn’t wearing underwear. The bra I could get, most women I’ve known call them torture devices. Not that I’ll complain. She had one less layer separating us. “Lay back, Delilah,” I instructed as I kissed down the inside of her leg and removed her shorts.

Delilah purred, and he chugged two glasses full of the the demon’s blood, and he was already very tipsy. “Mmh.” She smiled and used her growing nails to scratch the back of his head and back and she raised her body slightly to bury his face in her breasts. “What are you doing to me, Delilah?” Eriel asked. Delilah smirked. “Don’t worry, it won’t kill you.” And with that, she stabbed him in the back of the head and down to the top of his spine. To kill him, she would have to go lower than that, and even brought out his spine if she could. She left the knife in there and kissed the top of his head.