Fallen Angel Books Romance Novels & Stories

The double penetration, the fullness in my mouth and cunt, the way they moved together, it was intense. I was dripping and soaked and my own arousal leaked down my thighs. Devon pulled out, his cock glistening with my spit. He leaned forward, pushing my dress down to bare my breasts. “Now for these,” he said, and his mouth closed over one nipple, sucking hard as his teeth grazed the sensitive peak. I cried out, the sound muffled against nothing. Hans seized the moment and kissed me. I kissed him back, drawing his lower lip between mine as he bit gently into my upper lip. The sensation doubled. Mitch fucking my cunt, Devon sucking my tits and Hans kissing me.

Lily literally falls for every hot dude she meets either in good circumstances or bad ones. “He is the Bratva’s first son, Vincenzo Salvatore De Luca.” My jaw ticked and my fingers dug into my palms, almost drawing out blood at the mention of his name. “Oh my gosh! He is so hot!” “Let’s go, Lily. I need to speak to Dad.” I walked past the dreamy girl, who wished she could have Vincenzo towering over her while whispering sweet nothings into her ear. But she had no idea that the devil does none of that.

With a final, deep plunge, he came, groaning against her skin as hot ropes of cum flooded her pussy, spilling deep into her core. Lena shattered around him, her orgasm ripping through her in shuddering waves, milking every drop from him. They lay tangled together, breaths mingling, the aftershocks still pulsing between them. Jason's cock softened inside her, but the heat lingered, promising more forbidden nights ahead because once you've tasted the devil's kiss, nothing else will quench your thirst.

The one he fell crazily in love with. Once Angel realized and accepted those truths.. He almost forgot his guilt. Then Tony’s lips curled. “You look so fucking hot with a gun.” A pause. ‘Classic bastard,’ Angel thought. But he was mesmerized. Then Tony kissed him. Hard. Fierce. Full of everything. **

" CRIMSON 'Il Velo di MINE' [The Veil of Mine] Book 1 from 'MAFIA DARK ROMANCE MINE' series ________________________ **AUTHOR NOTES** Meet the 'Mafia Second Chance Romance MINE series' Family member's books:- Book 1: CRIMSON 'Il Velo di MINE' [The Veil of Mine] story of Azrael Sartori Book 2: CORAZON 'MINE Ombra' [MINE Shadow] story of Draven Sartori & Throne Sartori Book 3: CIELO 'MINE Custodi' [MINE Guardian] story of Cassius Sartori Book 4: PEONY 'MINE Sussurro' [MINE Whisper] story of Magnus Sartori Book 5: LUZ 'MINE Segreto' [MINE Secret] story of the youngest member named Seraphim Sartori.

There's a sickly tainted black slipping through them. Azren's lips curl into a slow, unfamiliar smirk. "You think you can just clean me, Angel?" His voice is rougher, with an edge that doesn't sound entirely like him. "You want to rip out pieces of me like I'm broken? Like I'm something dirty you need to fix?" I freeze, my hand stopping on his stomach. "Azren... that's not what I—" He sits up so fast it startles me, pulling me roughly onto his lap until I'm straddling him. His hands grip my hips hard, almost painfully, as he yanks me closer. His cock is already hard beneath me, pressing against my core through the fabric of his shorts.

I still wonder how he could do that to me, but then my mind was clouded with the desire to have him pinned down and fucked him senseless. I did just that, and he was being the perfect partner. He was fulfilling all my wants, and let me used his perfectly sculpted body to my liking. His moans were taking me higher than any succubus or even incubus ever before. I was feeling his desire over me, he was making me craved for him even more. "For heaven, fuck Rain! Oh fuckkkk..." I climax seconds after him. We were breathless but I still couldn't let him go. I was engulfing him in my wings, the scorned dark wings which showed my failure and stamping me with the fallen angel status, the outcast who

The necklace, still faintly glowing, felt heavy against her chest as if it, too, held secrets waiting to be uncovered. She made her way downstairs quietly, avoiding the bustling kitchen where Rose was likely preparing breakfast. Instead, she sought solace in the library, a sanctuary of knowledge and quiet contemplation within the main house. The shelves were lined with ancient tomes and volumes on supernatural lore, each holding a promise of insight into the world beyond human understanding. Andrea pulled out a dusty book on werewolf mythology, flipping through its pages in search of any mention of beings like her—half-human, half-something else.

❞ he said it with a laugh, but it was still obvious that he was hurt by his situation. ❝Did you dream? We're not in an erotic romance that you're reading, that you sleep with a stranger and wake up and don't remember anything happened.❞ he said firmly, as if he were pissed off at her. Wait! What? Erotic romance—how did he know I read erotic romance novels? Angel secretly buys erotic romance novels, and she also secretly reads them; she only reads them when she has nothing to do and every night to help her sleep. Angel was reading it inside the room, and even her dead twin didn't know it either.

I ask with a playful grin. Her already flushed face deepens in color as she shyly smiles. She is perfect. “I do,” she murmurs. “As long as this heart beats, it will only beat for you, only you, my fallen Angel.” She beams widely. “I love it when you call me your fallen angel. But why ‘fallen angel’?” “Because a devil like me can only deserve a fallen angel.” I reply, smirking, and she nods in understanding. “Now let’s pick up where we left off,” I murmur, brushing her flushed cheek. “It’s already morning.”