Novel & Cerita Enemies To Lovers Erotica

On their wedding day, right as Elena Emerton and Kyle Fenton were about to exchange rings, a woman rushed Kyle with a knife. Elena moved on instinct, throwing herself in front of Kyle. The blade sank into her chest, and she crumpled into Kyle's arms. As the woman was dragged away, she screamed, "Kyle Fenton, we're not done! How dare you get married?" That was when Elena recognized her. Allison Smyth. Kyle's sworn enemy for the past six years. Before anyone could react, Allison broke free and held the knife to her throat. "Kyle, I'm tired. Let's end this." Kyle's eyes went wide. He dropped Elena and rushed to Allison, catching the blade with his bare hand. Elena hit the floor hard.

The kiss was slow and sure. No storm. No tearing. Just warmth and truth and the decision we had voiced yesterday. I responded. My hand rested on the back of his neck; his hand was against my cheek. The magic flared bright, then settled into a steady glow. The stone beneath us sent out a deep pulse that traveled through us both and was stored somewhere up in the lines. When he pulled back, his forehead remained against mine. That wasn’t duty. No. That was us.

“Oh… good luck, want me to help you, I suck at it though, but I can try and help.” “Hmmm… wouldn’t that be nice,” he plants a soft kiss on my lips, “yes help me,” “Well how can I help when you are… Heath” I call his voice softly as I feel his hand under my shirt. “Let us try it, you and me, try this whole painful and beautiful love thing” he continues to kiss all over my neck, “I might have some cheater genes in me, but I swear to be loyal to only you. Hell, one day we might even rival the Eastons.’”

” oh so this isn't a cursory visit. “Hope you enjoyed your day. Did Adam show you around?” He asks to make small talk. “My day went well and yes, Adam did show me around,” I answered coolly. “Good! Here is a copy of the contract…” he said, pushing the folder to me. “If there is a clause you are not comfortable with you can say so.” He said leaning back in his chair. I picked up the document and nervously read through it. My eyes squinted as I read a clause that states that I am not allowed to have any relationship with the opposite for the duration of this contract, but the same doesn't apply to him.

"You are scared of me kissing you? Good, I want you to be quiet and sleep next to me." "But," He jerked his next towards my face, I squeezed my eyes, wiggled a bit. "Good girl, one more word and..." He fell next to me, and pulled me close, Pervert, Idiot Bastard, "Don't cuss me, Rubel," How does he know? I gave him a doubtful look, "I know that look of yours, sleep," I kept a pillow in between us, idiot. I came for something, and what am I doing, sleeping with the enemy.

The ropes bit into her skin in pretty patterns, and the sight made my nipples tighten against my dress. My breathing was getting shallow. I could feel myself getting wet, the slickness between my thighs impossible to ignore as we moved from scene to scene. Alexander pointed out different kinks: a St. Andrew’s cross with a man being caned until his ass glowed red, a couple engaged in sensual wax play where hot drips made the woman gasp and writhe, a quiet corner where a Domme had her submissive licking her boots while she casually chatted with friends. Every explanation he gave was calm, but his voice grew rougher with each one. I noticed the way his hand froze at my back, his fingers occasio

Chapter 4: LORA'S POV. Mom always used to tell me before her death, “no good comes from men.” She was so wrong, because having Roderick between my thighs, with his lips firm around my clit, was the best thing that had ever happened to me. He had thrown me on his bed earlier, still naked and wet. He didn't mind that his bed was about to be soaked, and he definitely couldn't wait a few seconds before tearing my clothes off my body and pushing his face in-between my thighs.

She reached for me and we kissed again, moaning into each other’s mouths while the men used us. “Ride his face,” he commanded. “Grind that greedy cunt on him.” I did. I rocked my hips, smearing all my juices all over Ryan’s mouth and chin. He sucked my clit hard, two fingers pushing into my ass, opening me up. The pressure was insane. Then they switched to me. Her dad pulled me onto him. His massive cock pressed against my tight asshole and slowly forced its way in. The burn was intense and overwhelming. I whimpered, but Lena was there, kissing me, whispering. “You can take it baby, let him stretch you.”

She exploded, screaming around her husband’s cock as her pussy spasmed violently around Marcus, squirting mixed cum all over his balls Marcus flipped her onto her back again. He and David took turns Marcus fucking her deep and hard while David sucked her nipples and kissed her, then switching so David could fuck her while Marcus made her suck his cum-covered cock. The dirty talk flowed nonstop: David: “You let a stranger breed you all night… now take both of us.” Marcus: “Her pussy is so sloppy with my loads… feel how loose she is for you now.” Emma moaned like a whore, cumming again and again until she was a trembling, cum-covered mess.

Hands roamed pinching, stroking, spanking lightly and they came again, standing, breaths entwined, water cascading over them like absolution. Later, on the private beach at sunset, they renewed their vows before no one but the sea and the sky. No witnesses. No audience. Just two men who had clawed their way from hate to love, from chains to freedom. Silas slipped a thin platinum band onto Aiden’s finger simple, engraved with a single word inside: Equal. Aiden did the same for Silas. They kissed as the sun sank, the sky turning every shade of fire. Enemies no longer. Lovers forever.