Devouring Novelas e Histórias

“Fuck the tux, Liv.” “I really want to give you what you want, but I don’t…” “Fine.” Cass slipped her fingers free, sucked the juice off them, then tugged her jacket off and laid it on the empty seat across from them. Then she went to her knees, pushed Olivia’s legs wide, shoved the panty aside, and latched onto her clit with her mouth.

Kessler still lurking. But between us the fire waited, banked, smoldering, inevitable. And when it finally caught, nothing would stop it from consuming us both.

Slowly the claws of Silas were stretched out. “But I’m not alone.” Elara perceived the connection between them as brightening. The Devourer’s eyes narrowed. “Yes,” it murmured. That queer little association. Its eyes fell back on Elara. “You hid it well.” Silas shifted a little, and she could no longer see him. “You talk too much,” he said. The Devourer lunged. The assault was unannounced. It had a huge claw, and swung through the cavern with horrible velocity.

He took a step back, his factory-reset face finally showing a flicker of something real. Fear. I opened my mouth, and the sound that came out wasn't a scream. It was a roar that shook the obsidian walls. The Devourer had awakened. And she was starving.

My eyes swirled. Valentine's lips captured mine, pushing back the puke trying to reel out of my mouth. "Eat Daredevil. You need it to get strength,” He moaned in my mouth. He fed me. I ate a little and couldn't eat more. His hands snaked to my back. I felt my zipper running down. The hair at the back of my neck rose at its ends.

Hope spends the next two hours in the library with Connor, surrounded by ancient texts that smell like decay and forgotten knowledge. "Listen to this," Connor says, reading from a leather-bound grimoire. "The Devourer of Worlds—entity classification: Elder Hunger. Requires thirty blood sacrifices arranged in a pentagram formation. Upon summoning, consumes all life within a hundred-mile radius before returning to its realm." "Cheerful. What else?"

Her gaze was molten, desperate, pleading. “All mine,” I growled, circling her clit harder, rougher, feeling her body quiver under my touch. Our eyes burned into each other, the air thick with raw, electric need. I spat on her face, then hungrily licked it back, my tongue dragging slow and deliberate over her flushed skin, tasting her, savoring every inch until I reached her lips. I didn’t just kiss her—I devoured her, my mouth claiming hers in a savage, consuming clash, like I wanted to swallow her whole.

The energy expanded outward like a star. The chains blazed. The runes across the chamber ignited in cascading waves. The Devourer’s crimson eye widened. Hunger flared inside it. “YES.” Its massive body lunged downward into the chamber. Stone shattered as its claws gripped the platform edges. Its enormous head dropped closer. Its voice filled Lyra’s mind. “YOUR BOND WILL FEED ME.” Kael leaned closer. “Now we find out if the plan works.” The Devourer struck.

Without a second of hesitation, I drove forward, burying myself deep inside her slick, tight entrance in one hard, unyielding stroke. The room shattered. Alessandra screamed my name into the quiet night, her fingers clutching at my back as I began a deep, punishing rhythm that rattled the wooden frame of the chaise against the floorboards. Every thrust was heavy, deliberate, and territorial, driving us both deeper into the dark, intoxicating storm that bound us together on this foggy mountain.

No acknowledgment that I was a person standing in the rain who had no idea what was happening. And then Dorian changed. It happened right in front of me and it was one of the most awful things I had ever seen. The aggression that had been in his posture just seconds ago drained away completely and something else replaced it. Something I had never seen on Dorian's face before. Eagerness. Softness. The particular expression of a man who is about to get something he has been waiting for. "Of course," he said quickly. "Of course she will. She's exactly as I described."