Devil's Lock Hair Novels & Stories

Her fresh sent, still wet hair, tinny droplets falling on her head, her smooth skin, the fact she sat just below his membrane cherry on top the cream which is enjoying what’s his drove him crazy awakening the Devil inside him He without any warring pulled her down holding her legs, startling her, the bowl in her hand reached the floor saying bye-bye to her, she looked up and gulped hard seeing his eyes which turned into dark grey in desire. He placed his lips on her in such urgency as his life depended on it, his kiss was deep, she found it hard to breathe, but the hungry devil was not satisfied, He started to devour her lips like a beast making them more swollen, she’d push his shoulder jus

Maybe start planning my next escape for real this time. And then—he did something that caught me off guard. Ronan Blackwood, the Devil himself, squatted in front of me. Not stood. Not loomed. Squatted. Eye level. Holding two glasses of wine in his large hands. “What’s the problem?” he asked, his voice softer than I’d ever heard it. I looked away. “I’m fine,” I muttered.

"What if the ghosts are real, though?" Alex killed the headlights by cutting the engine as soon as they entered an empty alley. Silence enveloped the narrow space between them, weighty and charged. When the picture was eventually unfolded, Emery carefully smoothed out the wrinkles. A woman standing in candlelight with a face that mirrored Emery's own was depicted in the eerie, oil-stroked painting. Her breath caught, though, at the signature at the bottom. De Valois, Aurelia. She had never heard the name before, but something about it made her shudder.

She thrashed wildly in Zayden’s arms, her strength tripling in pure terror. Zayden’s grip tightened again, dragging her flush against his body, locking her in place. His arms curled around her waist, restraining her every movement. “Shh,” he murmured, almost soothingly. Like a devil calming his prey before devouring it whole. His fingers trailed down her stomach, taunting. “You see how this works, love?” he murmured against her ear, his voice smooth. “Your attention should be on me.” Hema shook her head frantically.

Wolves collided with the shadows of those wings, thrown across the room as blood and instant death erupted. Vivica froze, eyes wide, her chest rising as she watched the devil himself descend upon them. The dark blue aura surrounding him pressed against her burning skin, sending a thrill along her heated skin, and desire, through her. All the rumors about him turned out to be true. He was the Devil. The real Devil. Finn stepped forward deliberately, each movement slow, lethal, deliberate. He stopped just in front of her, the room now deathly silent except for the beat of her pulsing heat.

Oliver lashed back through furious, watery tears. Darn that bloody dragon for trying to poach my world- Oliver is my world, Devon thought as he furiously lay claim on his mate in every way possible. “Well then watch me own you, Mr Collins,” Devon replied and crushed his lips on Oliver’s in a fiery, dead angry kiss. Oliver struggled in his hold but Devon was a tower of strength and hence, his little mate had no chance of wriggling free as he writhed and mewled under the big, bad wolf.

Olivia "If you think I'm going to sleep on the same bed with you, you're wrong!" I yelled after the devil left the room. Obviously he was the devil!What kind of a man will chose to marry a woman with no feeling or knowing her !Only a devil can and that room was his personal hell .Actually his entire house was hell in my opinion.. But if he thought I would share a room with him, he was wrong. Damn wrong! There wasn't even a damn sofa in that room, only the huge bed. The colors were black as expected, like his dark soul.

His eyes fixed on her face as she didn't back down from the intense eye lock. She hooked her fingers on the waistband of her trousers and let them pool around her feet, stepping out of them she jutted her chin out in defiance. The fiery fight in her completely overcame the fear and he f*cking hated how his c*ck twitched in his pants. "Open your hair," He must've lost his f*cking mind to demand such things from her. She was just in her black cotton undies that looked ethereal on her creamy unblemished skin which he was tempted to mark so f*cking badly and he wanted to see her beautiful locks open.

Hopefully this time it'll be longer and harder. "Turn around" I command reaching for a bottle of the shampoo we bought earlier. "Or not" I murmur when it looks like she's having fun playing with my dick. Her thumb brushes over the engorged head, pumping her fist around me and making me hiss. Slowly driving me mad. But I'm determined to finish this first so I do my best to ignore her. The scent of apples fills the bathroom as I wash her hair. Lightly massaging her scalp and then running my fingers through the soapy strands. She's got long thick hair. Just the right length to wrap around my fist while I fuck her.

the man said and point his gun at me making me smirks. "it seems you don't know who iam,you shouldn't have took what is mine,am the devil himself,"I said and he instantly kneel down. "my lord,I didn't take anything from you,"he said shakingly. "you still have the mind to lie to myself,"I yelled. "am saying the truth,"he replied. "there is one thing which I hate the most is being lied to and also you shouldn't have taken what is mine,"I said and shot him brutally.