Exotic Love Novel Novels & Stories

Says Anabel furious —I realized that I don't love you Anabel, over time I discovered that dark side that you have. - What are you talking about? —You are very egocentric and you think you are superior to others, although on the one hand I must thank you. - Thank me? "Yes, because I found out that who I really love is Amy." "You're cheeky," he slaps him, everyone makes a great noise when they hear the loud sound that the impact of Anabel's hand made against Cristian's cheek. "IDIOT," he shouts loudly, turns around and leaves.

I can feel his excitement beneath me and it sends shivers down my spine. What's wrong with me? Why am I acting this way with a man I barely know? The plan to seduce him is going a little too well. Not that I'm complaining. I find the page and quickly scribble my signature. I see his name beside mine and I read it out, entranced with the magic of his hands. "Deimos... Escarrá..." "Say it again, little lamb." "Deimos..." ESCARRA?!!! What the hell did I just say?!

But she didn't hate him at all. She could feel the madness in him at that moment, and she knew where it came from. He resented her for wanting a divorce! He resented her for wanting to leave him. In that moment, she felt love. She reached up, wrapping her arms around his neck, holding him close. She didn't think about the grudges and resentment between them. She just lost herself in the moment! She matched his movements! In their entanglement, Scarlett felt a strange familiarity with Wayne, his breath seemed so familiar. Just as she tried to recall where she had felt it before, Wayne's forceful demands brought her back to reality, causing her pain.

As the night stretched on, their lovemaking grew more intense, more desperate, until they were both lost in the throes of ecstasy, their cries of pleasure echoing through the forest like a symphony of desire. And when at last they lay spent in each other's arms, their bodies entwined in a tangle of limbs and sweat, Kate knew that she had found her true home in Elias's embrace. For theirs was a love that transcended time and space, a love that would endure even the darkest of nights.

And as if on cue, I heard him excuse himself after giving me another peck on my lips, then hastily strode to his circle of friends that I was not fond of. I was watching him the whole time as the scene unfold in front of my naked eyes. I bet no one saw it but me. Lorenzo Gomez, my elusive bachelor of a boyfriend, sneakily kissed a woman on the lips who was not me. I smirked. If people would've learned about it, they would certainly call me a martyr or a masochist for letting it happen, and worse watching it even. But they would get it wrong. Because neither am I any of the two. That scene was never new to me anymore. I could even write a book with the long list of women he banged and kissed

I moaned freely now, the sound carried away by the ocean breeze. Right there, I whimpered. Don't stop. Please don't stop. Jace kissed the back of my neck, his breath hot against my skin. You are mine, Elena. Say it. I'm yours, I moaned, pushing back against him. Only yours. His pace quickened, the sound of our bodies meeting filled the balcony. My second orgasm built rapidly, stronger than the first. I cried out as it crashed over me, my legs shaking as intense pleasure flooded every nerve. Jace followed moments later, burying himself deep with a low, guttural groan as he came hard inside me, filling me with pulse after pulse of warmth.

he whispered, the words heavy with possession. "I love you too," I replied, meaning the game, the thrill, the power. But as he dozed, I slipped away, robe tied loosely, cum trickling down my leg. Upstairs, in my room, I texted Richard: Miss you, Daddy. Home alone tonight? The betrayals were stacking, each one feeding my cravings. Ethan thought he had my heart; Richard had my body. But I? I had them both, dancing on the edge of discovery, and the fall would be exquisite.

I kept moving, searching for an empty table in the far corner when a girl with perfectly curled blonde hair and blood-red lipstick walked by, wrinkling her nose. “God,” she muttered to the girl beside her, not bothering to lower her voice. “What is that smell? Garbage? Poor Garbage” Laughter followed them. I sat down at the corner table, barely able to touch my tray. My appetite had disappeared somewhere between the whispered insults and the fake sympathy in their eyes. Just when I thought it couldn’t feel worse, the cafeteria doors creaked open and the room fell silent. When I turned around my heart beat faster than normal when I saw Khaelon Dravik.