Novel & Cerita Enemies To Lovers Erotica

Slowly, Elora lowered her hand and slid it onto Helena’s leg and began to inch it upwards until the short hem of her uniform exposed the white suspenders and stocking tops beneath it. Elora’s hand encircled Helena’s ass and slapped her asscheeks before grasping one of her cheeks tightly as they stood kissing each other seductively, passionately and breathlessly. Every single soul in the ward could tell that they weren’t just doing it for sure, the girls were in love with each other, and this wasn’t the first time they’d done something like this. The silence that prevailed in the room began to deteriorate as the patients found that their cocks were already starting to get hard, and their voic

Nathan was not the kind of person who acted on impulse, and he never forgot a slight. Shaun and Nathan had been enemies since Shaun’s first year on campus. There had never been a clear reason for it, no single argument that explained why the hostility between them had grown so intense. It had started subtly, with sharp looks and unspoken rivalry, but over time it became personal, especially when women were involved. Nathan had a habit of taking what belonged to other people, and Shaun had learned that the hard way. Emma had been the first. It had been nothing more than a bet to Nathan and his friends. He had been dared to date a first year student and dump her after three days, and Emma had

Her eyes shimmered like a dangerous yet alluring trap. To him, she was like a forbidden piece of candy. Sweet yet toxic. Even as his rational mind screamed at him, he couldn’t resist leaning in. Their breaths mingled. At the last moment, he shifted and kissed her forehead instead. Just a light touch, yet it reignited desires he had barely managed to suppress. Lena’s teasing expression deepened. Her glimmering eyes brimmed with mischief, enticing and daring him. Alaric narrowed his own, refusing to back down. A battle of wills ignited between them, both determined to outlast the other.

His dark, intense eyes trapped her in a gaze that left her breathless. With a swift movement, she unbuttoned his pants, revealing warm and inviting skin. Her fingers trembled as they touched the firmness of his muscles. At that moment, all their disagreements seemed insignificant. There were only the two of them, caught in a whirlwind of desire and passion. Their lips met again, deeper and more desperate. Her hands slid over his body, exploring every inch of his skin. The intensity of his arms pressing her body against his made her moan and protest, her nails scratching and marking his back.

“Be sweet. Loving. Flirty. Convince him you’re completely devoted.” I tried to swallow the lump in my throat, tried to muster any semblance of composure, but before I could process what was happening, I felt him lean in closer. His lips brushed against the exposed skin of my back—soft, warm, and utterly disarming. The contact was brief, but it was enough to send a shockwave through my body, igniting every nerve and leaving me trembling. Kill me. Just kill me. I stifled a sound—half a gasp, half a moan—as my body betrayed me, heat pooling low in my stomach. I felt his lips curve into a smirk against my skin before he pulled back, his hand still resting possessively on my back.

I still intend to be the exception, as usual, as fucking my partner, or being fucked by them, is simply part of the game. Nothing wrong with that, but not everyone sees it this way. A few minutes later their scene ends just as I have guessed, and after Angelo is done with some preliminary aftercare the usual friendly banter and comments ensue. Bella seems a little intimidated by that but I quickly assure her that no one is going to judge what's going on, but like with any passionate hobby people just love to gossip. Once the crowd slowly disperses to give the now happy

My breathing became ragged as my heart beat started racing, my body language was basically begging him for more. He finally undressed himself and continued his sweet kisses, all over my thighs getting closer and closer to the spot I needed him the most. He brought his head back up so it was level with mine and wasted no time in pushing himself inside of me, I was so wet for him. He pounded and pounded himself in to me, going deeper and deeper each time, whilst I began to shake because of how good it felt. I let out a loud growl as I came undone and he began moaning and quickly followed suit straight after. It was always over very quick when we’d been apart for some time.

"Where did you learn to do all that stuff?" "What?" He had the nerve to laugh and reach for me. I evaded his arms and smacked them away. "Oh no you don't, answer me. How many lovers have you had?" "Too many to count, do you know how old I am?" I gave his answer some thought but I had some ideas of my own on the subject. "That's not fair, you've had so many and I've had a grand total of one. I think I need to even the score... Hey!" I'd barely got the last word out before I found myself flat on my back with a very angry vampyre glaring down at me.

I hissed angrily, advancing in his direction, hating that he kept me hanging when I thought I would get all the answers tonight. “I already did,” he said, controlling his voice. “This will be the last night we’ll see each other, Brielle.” “What?” I murmured, confused at him. I blinked at him, thinking about what I had done wrong. “Why?” It was stupid of me to ask, but I had to know. “I can’t fall in love with an enemy,” he said, staring at me intently. “Let’s just say we belong to different Orders which weren’t exactly in order.”

The one for whom he fought with everyone, the one who called him cheater just hours ago, he was making out in the corner, with the same so called cousin. It was a full blown make out, hungry and desperate kisses. The buttons were undone. And their hands roaming inside each other's pants. He didn’t know how long he stared, but it was a moment when Olivier opened his eyes and spotted his so called boyfriend, Jeremy. But it was too late to react or deny. Judging from his reaction Olivier knew Jeremy has seen all. He didn’t rush. He took his time to kiss Lee before pulling up his zipper. It was all sticky a proof of their activities.