Esclava De Sus Besos Novels & Stories

“Let me take care of you.” Elena leaned into him despite herself. The water cascaded over them, washing away the vineyard dirt, the sweat, the fear. Sandro turned her gently, kissing her with aching slowness. His tongue traced her lower lip, coaxing her open as one hand slipped between her thighs. He stroked her with deliberate care, fingers circling her clit, then sliding inside her with two thick digits. No rush. No punishment. Just deep, intimate touches that made her whimper into his mouth.

He said with a smile and head out of the room. Eriteria release the breath she didn't know she had been holding in for so long, he's devilish,he takes that back he's the devil himself. If she use her eyes to see the real Anthony with her eyes alive,she's never going to regret being his slave even if she's dead before Anthony could be free from his bondage. Elena walks inside the room and rushed to her seeing finger print on her cheek and her lips having brushies. "Are you okay?" She asked holding her cheek in between her palm.

“Interesting?” Hazel asked, her voice laced with a cruel amusement. “But you know what? Even if you were the last man on earth, I still wouldn’t love you.” She chuckled softly, her laugh echoing in the room like a sharp blade. Without warning, Hazel sat up and leaned close to Francisco. She wrapped her arms around his neck, her breath warm against his ear as she whispered, “But, we can still fuck.” Francisco's face twisted in anger. He grabbed her arms, pressing down hard. “I don’t take you like those sluts,” he growled, his voice trembling. “You’re my girl.”

Well, Carter, the badboy-looking snobbish icy man, seems to be her type. "He won't introduce me to his bandmate, he'll just tutor me." "Whatever the case may be, Ade, is Zeeve not your type?" I was unable to respond to her query because I noticed Cielo coming out of our vehicle. I turn my head to look at Sancha, who had also noticed Cielo. "Hmm, your driver is quite attractive." She said in a flirtatious manner. "You were just gawking at Millenium Dreams earlier, and now at my driver? I had no idea you were also a fan of the elderly."

Suzan screamed. Everyone was shocked by her words, including Arya. "What do you mean?" Arya asked calmly as if it wasn't her name that was being recked. "If not for you seducing Mr. Rivera, do you think he'd even look at you twice?!" Suzan continued rambling. The surrounding servants were stunned. They had their suspicions about Arya but seeing someone who claimed to know Arya before say accuse her of something like that and Arya herself not denying it, they felt like their thoughts were confirmed.

said Eskylrious and kissed her . His tongue technique was melting Kiara from the inside . Eskylrious kissed her as if he wanted to suck her dry only from her mouth while touching her chest . Kiara wanted to cry . She felt extremely hopeless against his passionate kisses . She knew that those kisses and touch between them had no feelings in , yet she couldn't help but give in . Her body wasn't listening to her . She clearly felt hurt but at the same time she couldn't push him away . While giving in to his kisses she understood that , no matter how much she was against it , her body would already give in to the temptation of the person she had in front of her .After missing her and touching he

The multiple sensations, one after the other of pure bliss, created a crescendo of pleasure I hadn’t experienced before. He began to kiss his way down my body,moving down the length it, his tongue tracing the same path his fingers had taken earlier. He stopped at the apex of my thighs. “You’re more than just my mate, mi vida. Who—are—you?” He punctuated his words with kisses down to just above my clit. “I…I am Evelina,” I moaned out, lifting my hips towards his face. His hands however still held my hips firmly on the ground. “You’re doing so good. I love you. But I need you to tell me who you are.” He gave a slow, long tortuous lick down the length of my pussy.

Elena’s mouth watered at the sight. She leaned in slowly, savoring the power of knowing the maid couldn’t predict when her tongue would touch her. Then, suddenly, Elena licked her. Marisol’s entire body jolted. Her hands gripped the edge of the tub, eyes rolling back. Elena moaned softly against her—devouring her slowly, intentionally. She traced her tongue along every ridge, every pulse, every secret. She circled the clit with slow, lazy strokes, then quickened, sucking lightly. Marisol bucked beneath her, panting, pleading.

However, sliding his hands beneath my abdomen, he averted his face from my eyes. Lifting me until I was on my knees, he bent me before him, spreading my legs with his knee. Then, leaning forward, he began sensuously kissing my back. Again I heard the same soft utterance from before, however this time, the warmth of moisture joined it, and I finally recognized the sound for what it was—he was crying. Suddenly, shifting, he gained an upright position, then easing into my folds, he laid claim to my soft femininity as outside the window, the storm burst forth, fingers of lightning dancing in sensuality.

One hand remained on my leg and the other wrapped around my waist as he writhed against me, and my nails found the skin of his back as I felt myself rising toward orgasm. As if that weren't enough, he backed away, one hand going to the back of my neck as he continued to furiously pound into me. Our eyes locked, and he had a serious look on his face. It was the look of an animal, a slave to his own lust. Those hazel eyes bore into my soul, and I knew that being filled like this was going to drive me over the edge soon. Those eyes never left mine, not even when I felt my leg muscle begin to twitch under his grasp, not even when my jaw dropped in a wordless scream, not even when I felt my own e