Deseo Oscuro Mga Nobela at Kwento

The cloaked individuals continued taking their positions around the burning candles while the burning wooden torch danced across their hidden faces. “Don’t worry, beautiful,” he purred. “At first, I wanted this because I wanted you but Logan showed me that with you, I could have far more than a mate.” He stated as his smile slowly twisted into something darker. “The spell won’t just make you love me. It will make you obey me. It will make you loyal to me and once that happens…” He stepped closer. “I’ll be able to use you against Maverick so the moment the spell takes hold, you’ll become my greatest weapon, and Maverick won’t even see it coming.”

"I want to be with you. In the dark. In the dirt. Anywhere where I can feel the heat of your skin." The desperation of the moment triggered a final, catastrophic surge of the "Body Betrayal." Dante knew this was the end of his physical sovereignty. He could feel the mercury in his blood reaching the boiling point, the biological debt of his obsession coming due. He didn't want to say goodbye with words; he wanted to say it with a final, sadistic reclamation of her soul. He pulled her toward the base of the central pillar, the cold light of the synthesis casting long, distorted shadows that weren't theirs. He pinned her against the glass, his body a flickering, desperate weight.

The best decision is to manipulate the shadows instead of those in the shadows. La Oscuridad had always been a shadow to me, and one this I kept at a distance until now. But the time to bring them closer was now and use them to my advantage. Halo Oscuro wanted something from me or he wouldn't have invited me and kept on pressing in and I have every intention of using his desire to execute my own wishes.

I asked as we took our drinks and moved over to the sitting area. “I noticed that you tempt to zone out when something isn’t interesting or a subject you would like to avoid. I noticed your smile and how it radiates warmth, but I’m ice cold. I’ve noticed how polite you are even though you find half of the guys here boring. But I don’t want that version of you, I want your deepest, darkest secrets. I want that free wild side I can see lives in you, but you’re holding back. I want your darkness,” he said while pulling me closer with his free hand. “I want all of you. The light is simple because is who everyone gets, but I don’t want that. I want that and so much more, “he said while leaning in

“...A man born under the Pisces constellation, the final sign of the zodiac, is a total dreamboat. He’s flirtatious, charming, and romantic, and, being a water sign, also introverted and emotional — the most emotional sign of all, to be precise. His sign is also classified as mutable, meaning he’s adaptable and changeable. This is most reflected in his ever-shifting moods — he has a stream of emotions that never slows down and an immense imagination. He’s an idealist and unapologetic about being affectionate…” Sierra found herself nodding along to the things Rosie read. A lot of those things were accurate to describe Colton. He was absolutely charming and romantic, and he had the wildest ima

he said, his tone dipping into that commanding timbre that always made my knees weaken, “everything about you pleases me. But if you want to serve me in small rituals, then yes. It would please me deeply.” I felt a flutter low in my stomach. “Then I want it.” He leaned back, studying me as though I’d just handed him a secret. “Do you see how powerful it is, voicing what you want?” I exhaled slowly. “It’s terrifying.” “And intoxicating,” he countered. “Desire isn’t a weakness, Cassie. It’s an offering. And when you name it, you give me the honor of answering it.” My throat tightened. “You make it sound like poetry.”

The incubus tasted of smoke and dark ambition, a flavor Xandros found himself desperately craving. While they were locked together, Odessa worked. Her fingers, cool as moonlight, traced the lines of their bodies, down Xandros’s spine, over the powerful swell of Zarek’s back. Where she touched, the silver sigils on the dais flared brighter. The world’s fading pulse seemed to strengthen, just for a moment. Zarek broke the kiss, his chest heaving. “The connection is not enough.” His burning eyes fell to Odessa. “We need you.”

he growled, his voice low, dangerous. “Yes,” I breathed, my fingers tangling in his hair. “Yours.” In one swift movement, Lucian stripped away the last of my clothing, his hands rough, but his touch was electric. His gaze roamed over me, dark with need, and I felt a flush of heat spread over my skin under his intense scrutiny. But it wasn’t embarrassment—it was something deeper. Desire. Pure, unfiltered desire.

" I want you Dracono, to be mine once more, but this time I will take the lead, I will dominate you and I want your son Dark to watch us." Dark immediately says no as he does not want to participate in our sex scene. Dracono thinks about it for a few seconds and then tells me that if this is what I desire then that shall be. I grab Dracono's tie and pull him close to my mouth so I can kiss his delicious mouth. Dark gets full of anger but decides to stay quiet. I then turn to Dark, pull him close to me, and tell him that he is still one of my favorite fucks. He doesn't react so I go towards my playroom, being followed by Dracono and Dark.

I sat on the edge of the bed and tried to push the thoughts away. *She’s twenty. She’s your best friend’s daughter. You’re supposed to look after her while Richard is in jail, not fantasize about marking every inch of her skin.* But the images kept coming anyway — her tiny body tied down, my hands on her, her soft cries mixing with pain and pleasure. I wanted to see her bleed just a little. I wanted to own her completely. I stood up and paced the room, running a hand through my hair. *Stop it, Logan. You’re not normal. You know what you are. A dark soul. A psycho, just like they say.*