Devour Novelas e Histórias

His mouth crushed against mine, and he went even deeper into my core, causing me to gasp and cry out as he swallowed the noises. I wrapped my hands around his shoulders for balance, slowly rocking against him to adjust to his size and ease the growing tension. It felt like he was tearing me apart from within, and a coil was unfurling. I relaxed my body, chasing the taste of pleasure as he devoured me. Saint started moving his hips once I'd settled, kissing me deeper, devouring my mouth like he was starving for oxygen, and I was his supply. He cupped my breast, moving his thumb over my nipple as he released my mouth to kiss my th

“The storm… it’s not natural. It’s *alive*.” The static in me bristles. “What do you mean?” “It’s hunting,” she says, her voice trembling. “For the Seed.” The Hunter materializes, his form flickering. ***The Apostle wasn’t the only one who escaped the Silence. There are others… older things.*** “And they want the Seed?” ***They want what it’s eaten.*** --- **The Devourer** The storm reaches the crystalline forest by nightfall. It doesn’t rage—it *consumes*. Trees shatter into shards of light, their songs silenced mid-note. The Forgotten who try to fight it are erased, their mutations unraveling into nothingness.

“Your mouth feels so good… don’t stop…” He devoured me. His tongue plunged inside my tight hole, fucking me in deep strokes while his nose rubbed my clit. Then he sucked my clit hard, humming, the vibrations shooting through me. Two thick fingers joined his tongue, curling against my G-spot as he ate me like a starving man. The wet, slurping sounds were filthy and loud. My juices coated his chin and dripped onto the sheets. I was losing control fast. My thighs shook violently around his head. Pressure built unbearably in my core.

"The merchant saw me reach for it." The old merchant behind the counter looked between us, his expression souring the moment his eyes landed on my face. Without a second thought, he snatched a heavy wooden bowl from beneath his counter, scooped up a handful of coarse rock salt, and flung it directly at my chest. "Get away from my stall, curse," the merchant spat, dusting his hands as the salt crystals stung against my face and scattered across the dirt. "I do not take coins from an Omega who cannot even summon his wolf. You are a blight on the Frost Dream bloodline. Move along before I call the guards to clear you out."

No women. “A devil with no weakness,” she murmured, the words barely louder than the crunch of the apple. Then a memory surfaced: the way he had devoured her the entire night, slow and relentless, as if her body were the only sin worth savoring. Her fingers tightened subconsciously around the book on devils she had just finished reading. Its pages had spoken of their insatiable hunger for untouched souls, pure, unchanging, untouchable. The moment a soul was altered in any way, it slipped forever from their grasp.

My tycoon husband was a charmer. But I never worried about it. Not when I still remembered throwing myself in front of a car to save him, losing both my legs in the process. Sebastian Walker had promised he would love me for the rest of his life, even if I could never give him a child of my own. When I was rushed into the hospital after the accident, the doctor said my spine couldn't handle the weight of a pregnancy. If I ever got pregnant, my back would break. So Sebastian made the call himself. He cut back on how often we were intimate, and he even set aside his pride as a man to get a vasectomy. Everyone said I was the one thing that mattered most in Sebastian's life. I believed it t

With an expression as in saying 'Dinner is served' They dug in. The devil like Benjamin strode over to his table continuing his work that was interrupted. He couldn't help but think,think far and wide of the one and only soul that had saw his scar and still lived,somewhere deep,he hoped still lives.

he grumbled as Simon and Ian laughed at him. “We were about to go fishing. Would you guys join us.” Amber asked, changing the subject. “Sure.” Ian replied. “What are we supposed to do with a raw fish out here?” Kimberly asked. “Eat it, duh… haven’t you heard of sushi before?” Amber smiled at the weird face Kimberly was making. “That’s gross!” she exclaimed because she hated sushi. “You don’t have to eat it if you don’t want to.” Ian said. “I can’t believe this. You too?!... Don’t even think of kissing me after eating that.”

“Do you just enjoy torturing me? I haven't had a minute of peace from you for over a hundred years. What do you want?” “Hmm. I don't know. Somethin super yummy.” I told him trying to decide between all of the cravings I had in my head. “I hate you.” He grumbled as he hopped off his chair and waddled to the kitchen island. “But I love you!” I told him cheerily. “How about a lobster tail in butter sauce, a ribeye steak medium-well, smoked gouda mashed potatoes, steamed vegetables, Tamales, bacon wrapped scallops, corn on the cob and a banana milkshake?”

I went into the kitchen with my three bodyguards trailing after me, I took out the ravioli from last night and heated it up, I'm not a big fan of overnight food but I was too exhausted to cook and I had given Lewis, our cook a day off, so I sucked it up and ate the ravioli, not all of it, so there was enough for Demetrius when he came home. While I was eating a wicked thought suddenly crossed my mind, I don't know what provoked it - probably my mounting boredom, but the thought seemed so devilish that I couldn't help but cooperate with the naughty side of me. I hurriedly finished my ravioli and went upstairs straight to my wardrobe; Demetrius is going to love this.