Dream X Nightmare Sin Novels & Stories

The face of a girl in deep, dreamless sleep. But inside, I’m screaming. Jack’s thrusts get longer. Deeper. More urgent. He’s found a rhythm now, fucking me with purpose, his hands gripping my hips to hold me in place while he uses my unconscious body for his pleasure. “She’s so fucking tight,” he pants. “Even after – even while I’m – Jesus, she’s gripping me. Like she wants it. Like her body knows what’s happening even if she doesn’t.” “Maybe she does know,” Tyler says quietly. “Maybe she’s dreaming about it.”

They were drowning in pleasure, completely unaware that I had just lost our child. It was disgusting. It was a betrayal so deep it felt like a physical weight. Victoria’s eyes snapped open and met mine. She jerked upward, her face turning pale with horror. "Fuck!" Damien hissed, pulling away from her. Victoria gasped, scrambling to pull the silk sheets over her body. Her face was flushed, her hair a wild mess across the pillows. “It’s… it’s not what it looks like.” “Not what it looks like?” My voice came out as a broken whisper. I looked at Damien. He didn't look like the man who had promised to cherish me two days ago. He looked at me with cold, annoyed eyes as he reached for his silk robe.

-I'll fight my fears, Jay, I'll do it for you -I walked over and sat to the side across from him- I promise you my monsters won't defeat me. I realized that what he said was true, I had died in my sleep, one of my fears was to sleep and be trapped in one of my nightmares, not knowing what was real or not. This thing I was living was like a very bad nightmare. And there were monsters lurking: Death, damned souls, and God knows what else I'd be about to discover. Once upon a time a girl was trapped in a nightmare with many monsters to face, Once upon a time a girl was afraid of the dark, demons were about to cross over.

My Nightmare Natty's POV It was morning already and last night was a long night. I never knew he was that insatiable.I lot count as to how many times we did it. Thinking about it, I smiled. I looked over to him and smiled more. He was still sleeping like a baby. I tried standing up but I felt pain in my thighs. I tried again but I just groaned. My groaning woke him up,he was baffled and asked. "Baby are you alright..."he asked in a husky voice.

Dead silence haunts the room. "What the fùck do you have to say about that, Damien!" Guilty. I'm guilty of having sèx dreams about Dani. It's been happening a lot lately and I don't know how to stop it. I'm not even sure I want to stop it. They feel so real and raw and passionate. But I feel awful for Vanessa. I didn't know that my sèx dreams were loud.

I left sin at the waterfall where he followed me to, I got back and tried to sleep but the image of the man in my dreams kept visualising in my head keeping me awake all night. Sin eventually came back, walking to our camp setting looking at me the whole time, but I pretend like I didn't see him. Eventually the sun rose and the day clear and I still didn't get any sleep. “Wake up sleepy heads!” Sin yelled getting everyone to wake up, “he have to keep moving” he said.

BEFORE YOU READ Bless me, Father, for I am about to sin. Themes: Forbidden Romance, Priest/Parishioner, Age Gap, Sacrilege. This story explores the fine line between salvation and damnation. If religious themes mixed with explicit erotica make you uncomfortable, this confessional isn't for you. (***) Serena The sound of my heels clicked with a sacrilegious echo in the void of the church. It was late, the sun had already set, and the only lights left burning were the candles casting long, dancing shadows over the ancient wooden pews.

His dreams were haunted by vivid, tormenting visions. In his dreams, he saw Peyton and Ava as he had observed them through the camera, making love in the shower. They were happy, completely absorbed in each other, oblivious to his existence. The dream twisted, morphing into a nightmarish version where Peyton and Ava began to taunt him, their loving gestures turning into cruel mockery. As they continued their intimate embrace, they hurled words of scorn and derision at him, echoing the harsh comments of the dominatrixes from his sessions.

My nipples were tender from his teeth, my throat raw from screaming, and faint bite marks bloomed across my skin like dark claims. He was still buried deep inside me, even in sleep. His heavy weight pinned me to the mattress in the most perfect way, one thick arm locked around my waist, his large hand possessively cupping my ass. His chest rose and fell in slow, deep breaths, a low rumbling snore vibrating through him. His face was completely relaxed, lashes dark against his cheekbones, jaw slack, the fierce alpha lines smoothed out. He looked so deeply asleep, exhausted from the long night of relentless fucking, his cock still half-hard and twitching occasionally inside my sore pussy like i

"Don't forget Dylan, I may not be able to reject you, but I can definitely send you to the hospital in a coma. Stay away, I already have the help I need, someone I looked to for help." Sin POV I know I'm not one of the calmest wolves out there, but this woman is testing every drop of patience in me. I don't call myself Sin for nothing, the first moment I knew how she behaved anger consumed me, but then I can't deny that when I saw her in other people's arms it turned me on too, lust is also a sin. So at the same time that I want to rip their hearts out, I also want to get involved and make them scream my name in pleasure.