Erotic Island Novels & Stories

And this stranger held it in his hand. Then he said calmly: “If you want to know why you really came to this island, come alone on board.’ Noah pulled Mara back one step. Elias raised the machete. Emilia started crying. And deep behind them, from the jungle of the island, suddenly darkened Voices. Not words. Just calls. People. Many people. Hidden in the darkness. There were never three on this island.

“For the next 48 hours, this island is ours. No rules. No limits. Just you and me.” The moment we entered the sprawling villa, the tension ignited. Derrick pushed me against the floor-to-ceiling glass wall overlooking the ocean and kissed me with raw hunger. His hands roamed my body, sliding the thin straps of my dress down until it pooled at my feet, leaving me completely naked. He dropped to his knees and buried his face between my thighs, devouring my pussy like a man starved. His tongue flicked my clit, pushed deep inside me, then rimmed my tight asshole while two thick fingers fucked my g-spot.

I wished time could have slowed down so that Lauren and I could have had one more night together. After I got off the train, I dragged my suitcase home. My wife, Marie Lambert, whom I had not seen in a year, took my bag and pulled me toward the table to show me what she had cooked. She'd prepared a lavish feast. There were scrambled eggs, a thick steak, and a few other dishes. I realized right away that all of it was meant to build up my strength for later. It seemed that going a year without getting intimate had left Marie feeling lonely too. She was feeding me well the moment I got home.

He handed her a glass of chilled pomegranate juice, fortified with the nutrients Dr. Aris had prescribed. Rage hadn't slept. He sat across from her, a bank of four monitors built into the mahogany side-table of the jet. He was currently reviewing the biometric scans of every single staff member waiting for them on the island. "The island is off the grid, Sabi," Rage said, sensing her tension without looking up. "It’s a natural volcanic outcrop in the South Pacific. I bought it through a shell company seven years ago. Even the GPS coordinates are encrypted with a rolling cipher. Not even your father’s best algorithms can find us here."

she teased, guiding his hand inside. His fingers plunged deep, curling against her G-spot, thumb grinding her clit. "Dripping for my cock, aren't you? Begging to be filled." Hours blurred in erotic indulgence, the date a marathon of tastes, touches, teases. As night fully cloaked the island, stars winking overhead, Vincent captured her lips in a deep, claiming kiss. Tongues dueled slickly, his hands framing her face, then sliding to grip her ass, lifting her against him. They broke apart, breathless.

I also wanted to prove to myself that I wasn't just a failure woman. I gulped again, feeling my chest-thumping rougher. Pierre Moretti is indeed a hot ass man but he looks scary. Scary in a way that he looks like a man who knows nothing but to make women shed tears on their faces. I read news about him being a womaniser and such. I really couldn't find anything that would make my dad reasonable about him being the real deal. It was only his strong, fierce, and alluring face that makes him a good deal.

Now he seemed broken, a former shell of what he had been. “My mother and father have been going to an island near Brazil for I don’t know how long. The island is inhabited by thousands of snakes, if not more. While they are not deadly to us, they can still hurt us. Long story short, they have been poisoned with the venom of some of the deadliest snakes to human, which has caused their wolf to work extra hard to combat it.” With each word Eric spoke, it felt as if someone was stepping on my chest.

The pressure increases, but no matter how roughly we kiss it is not enough anymore, my mind and body have grown to need something greater, something more intimate. His lips leave mine as he kisses down my jaw and neck. Eric's arm snakes underneath me and boosts me closer to him. My feet point like a ballerina as he continues his hot assault. Shaky breaths slip from my lips, and fingertips dance on his strapping back, drawing intricate designs against his skin. My nerves are at his mercy. Eric stops and looks into my eyes. "Isabella—"

’ Darryl pondered for a long time but could not come up with anything concrete. The old man smiled and said nothing. He only instructed the four men to continue with the pace. At that moment, Darryl did not know that the old man was Eric Scope, the Ice Fire Island’s Sect Master! Ice Fire Island was located about 150 kilometers away from the New World on the southern sea. It was not a huge island, but it had some strange scenery. The island had tall mountains covered in snow all year long, and yet, lava flowed at the foot of the mountains. That was how it got its name.