Novel & Cerita Elevator Hitch Ao3

– Tsuki said. - I didn't expect it to be easy. – Jung said. - It's a trap anyway. – Tsuki said. When they saw that the place was submerged, they realized that they had reached the bottom, amidst opening the door on the opposite side of the elevator, swimming out of the elevator, in which they saw several corpses hanging around between hooks and cages. Scrolling through several spears from top to bottom, which they realized were scattered skeletons of bodies scattered, above them, as they climbed towards a railing, right there on a ramp, was one of the immortal henchmen between the platforms above them, the waiting.

With his free hand, he hit the authentication button to allow them access to their floor. The elevator started to rise, just like her temperature. His mouth sucked and licked at the sensitive skin of her throat and shoulders and his hands teased her nipples through the satin of her dress. All the while, he kept her pinned to the elevator wall, keeping her exactly where he wanted her. Not that she wanted to escape. She wanted to be right there, but there was something about being put in her place that made the deeper parts of her brain light up with desire. It was primal. She half expected him to throw her over his shoulder and carry her into the apartment.

The elevator ride down from the Sterling Global executive floor felt like a descent into a different kind of hell. Lila leaned her forehead against the cool metal wall, her breath coming in shallow, jagged hitches. The scent of Adrian, that heavy, intoxicating mix of sandalwood and cold ambition, was still burned into her skin, a physical brand she couldn't scrub off.

When the red light flashed, and the elevator door slid open unexpectedly. My companion Lilith abruptly bowed, while I... I am staring into the man leading the walking group into his eyes. His long sleeve is folded, and I recognize his tattoo. It's a dragon. Is he the man who pressed his lips against mine? Suddenly, Miss Lilith drew me close to her. His blue eyes… The depth. Too deep, that I feel like I’m drowning. (Venal POV)

My fingers were shaking as I typed in the code that Trei had given me. R-B-1-6-5 I was hoping that nothing would happen and an error would flash on the screen so I can come back and enjoy my day with Skyr and Byron. Unfortunately, a green light flashed upon confirming the code and the elevator door closed. Trei, whatever you want to show me better be worth the risk.

His hands slid down my waist, gripping, pulling me closer. I gasped against his mouth, my body lighting up like it always did when he touched me. Then— The elevator door pinged We had forgotten. Oh fuck.

They switched positions several times, and with Arion’s strength, he lifted Emily without breaking their connection. In a koala-style position, they continued kissing as Arion carried Emily into the elevator. Once inside, he pressed Emily’s back against the elevator wall and thrust into her again. The reflections in the mirror showing their intertwined bodies made them even wilder. Unbeknownst to them, the elevator doors opened and closed multiple times. Arion ignored the persistent door alarm, focusing entirely on thrusting into Emily in a standing position. He kissed her skin aggressively, leaving many love marks. “Yon! Yon! Darling! I’m close!” Emily screamed, her body tensing as she near

It was one of the most high end residences with an elevator assigned to each floor requiring the owner’s fingerprint to gain access. Ariadne was behaving like a tame little rabbit as she tailed behind him and Denver thought that she looked cuter when she’s being very obedient. “What are you waiting for?” He trailed off, nudging her to step into the elevator as well. After she stepped in, Ariadne glanced at Denver’s thin sexy lips, who stood less than ten centimeters away from where she stood. Her cheeks felt hot at the thought of this. It was as if it was soaked in red as she recalled the hot makeup session at his house earlier and how those lips felt on her.

The elevator was a cage of ornate iron, hanging by massive chains that disappeared into the darkness above. Kaelen stepped toward the control panel. He pressed his bleeding palm against a smooth obsidian plate. For a moment, nothing happened. Then, a low hum vibrated through the floor. The obsidian plate began to glow with a deep, pulsing violet light. The blood on Kaelen’s hand was absorbed into the stone, and with a groan of ancient gears, the elevator began to rise.

Pressed firmly against me, and a low, throaty moan rips from my throat as my eyes fall short. “I can’t wait to be balls deep inside of you,” he rasps. “Fucking hell.” Our room is on the tenth floor, and this elevator couldn’t move any slower. Impatiently, we look at the numbers on the elevator. Eight. Ezra thrusts again. Pleasure zings through my lower belly. Nine. He squeezes my ass hard. Goosebumps erupt on my skin. Ten. Finally. He grabs my waist firmly and instructs, “Jump.”