Novel & Cerita Desir Twins

We share the remaining ice cream and eventually get to the other pastries when he says, “Vanessa, I find you very intriguing and different. I want to see what this is. Like I said before, this is not a game, I know what I want and I go for what I want.” “So what are you saying, Anderson.” I ask with bated breath. “I want to pursue you. Only you.” He says intently. “So what do you say?” What else could I say to that? I was really interested in Anderson and I’ll be lying if I said there wasn’t something here. I’d also like to see what that is. “I’d like that very much.” I say with a small smile. “You should probably call me Nessa, all my friends do.”

The sleek black Maybach purred through the rainy streets of London, headlights cutting golden tunnels in the late-night drizzle. In the back, Alexander and Julian Voss, both identical twins, thirty years old, dressed in sharp suits, and had sharper reputations sat shoulder to shoulder. Same dark hair, same piercing green eyes, same quiet intensity that made boardrooms tremble. Different only in the way they carried themselves: Alexander was the calm strategist,and Julian? He was a wild fire.

Therefore, mixing with him was the last thing any father would want, much less accept. But it was obvious how insanely good looking he was, despite whatever demons he had in his personal life that I had already experienced after only knowing him for a few hours. When girls said they wanted a bad boy, I'm pretty sure they secretly meant somebody like Jason McCann.

He would make sure she became his again, that baby would be born and bred for this very throne. These two men on the opposite sides steeled themselves for this truth even though another secret lay between them. They knew what happened each time with the babies, they knew the secret that prevented the fruition of the babies and they knew how to stop it. But one twin didn't care to get rid of the other and the other twin knew there was nothing above this baby. The decision was easy.

I didn’t see anything that can be served as desert so I don’t know what kind of desert they are talking about. “W-where is th-the desert?” I stammered. I never knew I was stammering until now. “Right here!.” Xavier said in a whisper as he looked straight into my eyes. “Me?.” I was shocked at the realization of what was going on. “Yes you. Will you let us?”. Xavier asked as he continued to massage her legs. The twins want to eat me up in the desert. I don’t know what they meant by that. I am scared and at the same time excited.

I cry out as Dark grinds his pelvis against mine and both Thane and Thake take a nipple each into their mouths, heightening my approaching orgasm. I don’t question why both Dream Guardian twins are here, flicking their tongues across my erect nipples as Dark continues to pound into me. There was a time when I had fantasised about the twins claiming me and treating me like a goddess that Aunt Nova swears, will happen when my mate claims me.

I clasp my thighs tightly in a desperate and futile attempt to stop the ache there but it does not stop. I glance at the direction of the twins and they are seated—relaxed—with cigars between their lips like they have all the time in the world at their fucking fingertips. They wink at me, drag their cigars and puff the smoke in the air. I do not know why they are acting this way but gods… “Please…” the words slip out, my voice raw, broken and desperate. “My body… I am in heat.“ The twins exchange glances and their lips curl into a triumphant smirk—like I am exactly where they want me to be. Shameless. Leaking like a sick slut.

She was standing by the door and watching the spectacle. It's not that easy to deal with the Bowen twins! Although such a huge commotion occurred, it was still within her expectations. It wasn't easy to obtain the Bowen Family's money. Fortunately, Sahara had her entertainment agency, Damien Entertainment. By now, Damien Entertainment had turned into the twins' harem. Be it a trainee or a popular celebrity, as long as the twins took an interest in that person, Sahara would hand them over to the twins immediately. In short, the twins could be summed up in a single word, perverts. They didn't care whether they were male or female, or whether they were old or young. They wanted them all. A few

Tyr was clawing at the surface now. Maverick stepped closer, his grin turning arrogant. “Why? She is a stunning beauty, kind, sweet, hot, and I would be honest - I like her. We are twins. It’s not exactly new for twins to share a mate.” My nostrils flared. Maverick had a death wish. My chest heaved, my heart rate accelerating to a lethal pace. “Twins have sometimes the same fated mate, not chosen one,” I spat. My fury was only fueling Maverick’s ego. “Does it actually matter? Or are you afraid if you let her choose, she would actually pick me over you?”

“But we’re nowhere near done with you yet.” Damian gave her clit one last slow lick, making her twitch, then rose to his feet. Both twins stood over her now, towering and powerful, their identical cocks standing proud and thick—long, veined shafts with heavy balls drawn up tight. They were easily eight inches, maybe more, and so perfectly matched it was almost surreal. Shania stared up at them, chest heaving, her pussy still pulsing with aftershocks. Her top was bunched up above her breasts, leggings tangled around one ankle. She looked thoroughly debauched already, and they had barely started.