Fnf Soft Pico

"Are not you going to spread these pretty legs for me like you did before on our first night?"- his dark eyes spoke as those venomous words fell from his mouth tearing my heart into million pieces, his eyes roaming on my half body ditching every shame. I still didn't make any move, only stood there like a statue, clutching my hands on cloths as if my life depend on it and indeed it was, my eyes again and again filled with tears as I blinked them away, he took his steps closer to me, " What are not my little obedient ?" he again asked , his lucid stare burning my entire being, a smirk making its way onto his lips. His eyes sparkled seeing the uneasiness in my eyes, he loves to witness of my tear, my pain as if it satisfy his inner self, he was a monster in a human form. The chill runs down in her spine, she was feeling her legs are getting weak, he held her jaw roughly with his left hand and pressed himself on her core making her scream in fear, "Ryan..Please..." I try to plead, came it out at whisper, before I can say anything he threw my body on the soft couch bouncing leaving my mind numb, as I heard him spoke "Take off your cloths before I lost my each and every sanity, and believe me if I took lead you will done with your this life." *************** Mature content ahead.

Before our wedding, my fiancée, Sarah Hargrave—a professor of medieval history—held a private ceremony in a secluded chapel in the countryside. But not with me. Under the glow of candlelight, she cradled Benjamin Wheeler—her first love, his face gaunt from the cancer consuming him—in her arms. Her smile was soft, almost reverent, as she murmured, "In the eyes of God, vows made before the altar are the only ones that matter. Even if the law says I belong to Daniel, my soul was never his." And so, to the faint echo of hymns and the scent of old incense, they drank from the same silver cup, exchanged rings, and stepped together into the dimly lit sacristy—their makeshift bridal chamber. I watched. Silent. Motionless. No outbursts, no demands for explanation. Just the quiet dialing of a clinic to undo the vasectomy I'd gotten for our future. From fifteen to thirty, I had loved Sarah for fifteen long years. But in all that time, there'd never been room for me. That space had always belonged to Benjamin, my stepbrother. So I let her go. Afterward, I joined a geological research team bound for the isolation of Antarctica—a land cut off from the world, quiet and clean. Before I left, I handed Sarah a divorce agreement…and a final gift to mark the end. I never anticipated that Sarah, who'd always met my devotion with frosty detachment, who'd never once glanced back as I walked away, would look ten years older overnight.

Valerie Thorne: Raven Blackwood was the man I liked since I was a child, made my heart race before I even knew what love meant. But childhood ends. Innocence fades. And Raven… Well. Raven became my worst nightmare. Even the devil would sit back and take notes from him, when it came to torture, harm, use, and kill. His grey eyes, hypnotic, dangerous, and unforgettable, would make anyone fall in love with, but same grey eyes would make anyone feel death. And every time they met mine, I couldn’t tell if he looked at me with the love with the depth of oceans for me, or was I another game he was playing, another pawn he planned to destroy? Raven Blackwood: Valerie Thorne. The girl who once was gentle, the sweetest ever I known. And now looked at me like I burned the sky. She was the light, too soft for the world I lived in, too good for the blood on my hands. But I never claimed to be anyone good. I never promised her good things. I only ever promised her one thing. That she was mine. Her fear didn’t surprise me. Her hate? Maybe. But it’s the way she still looked at me, like she wants to run and stay all at once. Because no matter how many sins I had, and will carry. No matter how deep I’ve dragged her into my hell. She’s the only piece of heaven I ever wanted to keep.

She was born with a crown on her head and blood on her hands, not her own, but the blood her father spilled to keep his throne. A princess feared across kingdoms, untouchable under the protection of a tyrant king who ruled with cruelty.But the past has a way of returning… and it came back with a sword in its hand.The boy her father once chained in a dungeon…The boy who watched his family murdered while he screamed through a gag…The boy her father broke and left for dead…He survived. He rose. And now he wears the crown.The slave is now a monster king, ruthless, powerful, and burning with vengeance. He returned for justice, but to take it with fire and steel. He razed her kingdom, slaughtered the man who once ruled it, and took the princess as the final piece of his revenge.She is no longer the one giving commands.She kneels. She obeys.She wears the chains now.He vowed to make her suffer. To inflict every wound her father once carved into him. And he will no matter what it costs him.But he didn’t expect her.She isn’t the monster he imagined.She’s gentle where he thought she’d be cruel.She’s kind where he expected poison.She’s light in a world that has only ever shown him darkness.And fate, in its cruel humor, makes her his mate.Now, he’s trapped between the cold hunger for vengeance…And the soft pull of a woman who might be the only one strong enough to break his walls—and save what little is left of the boy who once believed in love.

Everything happened too fast after I completed the sentence, one minute I was staring at the back of Damien's head, and the next minute I was pinned against the wall. His face was so close to me that I could feel his minty breath, "You can try to run but I will always catch you, you can try to hide but I will always find you. Get one thing clear, Nora, no matter what road you take it will always lead you to me." I licked my lips unable to utter any word. His thick eyelashes fell on my lips and my heartbeat sped up instantly. "Are you scared of me, Nora?" the corner of his lips curled up giving me a full blown smirk. I gulped, "No," the word came out weak between my shallow breaths. I tried to keep my face stoic even though my nerves were no longer in my control. I shut my eyes tightly as his face inched forward. I inhaled a sharp breath feeling his soft lips on my ear, "Then why is your heart beating so loudly?" ......................................................................... Eleanor has it all, loving parents, a good career, everything is presented to her on a silver platter or that's what everyone thinks. What happens when she gets tangled in a world she never knew existed because of a prince who seems to hate her but can not let her go. Will she ever be able to get her normal life back or will she become a part of his ruthless plan?

He was supposed to be a pawn. Now I want to make him my king. Eli thought freedom meant escape. But freedom is just another illusion when the devil himself wants you. Trapped between the violent love of the men who broke him and the dangerous allure of the man who owns his next breath, Eli must choose: return to the past that nearly destroyed him… or surrender to the enemy who might ruin him in ways that feel a little too good. Lies. Lust. Power. Obsession. In this game, love isn’t pure. It’s deadly. Elias Carter willingly walked into hell. He sold himself to the Rossi Mafia under the disguise of being a victim when in actuality he was an FBI agent. He planned on taking down the devil, Luca Rossi the Mafia boss, from the inside out but things take an unexpected turn when Luca suddenly becomes interested in Elias and so did his second in command, Matteo Marino. One saw something pure he wanted to tap into and the other saw something pure that he wanted to ruin. Elias becomes entangled in their brutal games, burning touches and whispered threats that set his body on fire. A bond which should have never existed, began to bloom. The truth is exposed and Elias is faced with two impossible options: destroy them or become one of them. Now, his past wants him dead. His future belongs to the people he was meant to destroy. And his heart? It was never his to begin with. He was now trapped in a world where love wasn't soft, it was war. And he lost.

“Little wolf,” he said, voice low mixed with amusement. “You remember, don’t you?”I couldn’t deny it with the way he looked at me.I nodded before I could stop myself. “Words, Katherine.” The command was soft, but it slid under my skin. My throat went dry, the rag in my hand twisted as my fingers tightened around it. “Ye… yes,” I stammered, the word barely making it past my lips. He stepped closer, close enough that I could feel the heat radiating from him. “You remember you owe me, don’t you?” “I… I already paid,” I blurted, the memory flooding back. My cheeks flushed. One dark brow lifted. “Did you now?” His mouth curved faintly, dangerous in its almost smile. “I never told you if you paid. You left hurriedly before I could.” I took a step back, but the edge of the desk stopped me. “I had to return to the pack,” I breathed, trying to sound steadier than I felt. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ He was never supposed to be more than a stranger. Omega Katherine Hart after been rejected by her mate of two years Sneaks out to the city to drown her heartbreak and ends up in the bed of a red eyed stranger. The Lycan ruler of the New Haven pack, unknown to her. Reign Salvatore. But when pack politics turn deadly and a dangerous attraction ignites. Katherine finds out the truth that she is not just an ordinary omega. But a key to the impossible. Reign would never let her go.

“What I said before still stands. I am not allowed to touch you. Stop inviting me to.” His voice was dangerously low and rough. He could see in her eyes that she knew just how aroused he was for her and, with his body pressed against hers, she felt it. Her hand was eagerly massaging between her legs. “I don’t want you to touch me. I can do that all on my own.” She breathed, letting out a soft moan. “Watch me, Dalton. Fucking watch what you do to me.” She was the sexiest thing he’d ever seen, and as she pleasured herself, he couldn’t find it in him to regret what he was watching her do. He knew it was wrong, but with each blissful groan from her lips, his control slipped that much further from his grip. **** She was half his age and the daughter of his old college friend. Their relationship was doomed long before it even began... But everything changed when she set her eyes on him again. Dalton, was devastatingly handsome and she couldn’t keep her eyes off him. A workplace romance was the last thing they both wanted but the more they tried to stay away from each other, the closer they got. He was impossible to resist and She was a seductress and his ruination. With obstacles standing in the way of their love story; his fiancé, her Dad and with his empire on the line, will he be able to damn all consequences and take a chance on them?

Warning: Mature Content! “You should never feel shy around me Céline..." He trailed off as his eyes moved from her face to the mound of soft skin peeking out from atop her shirt. His fingers moved dangerously low, creating a path from her neck to her cleavage. Goosebumps formed on her skin, wherever his cold fingers traced. Céline held her breathe, her folds getting wet. *** Innocent, beautiful but heartbroken Celine Fayet is out for revenge. Unable to find peace until her parent's death is avenged, she chooses one wickedly enticing option to get the money she so desperately needs; marry Damien Culhane, sexy multi-billionaire. Except that Damien, drop dead gorgeous with his panty dropping smile, has no plans of getting married. Content with his playboy ways, he cruises among the elites, leaving a trail of aching hearts wherever he goes. Until he meets stunning Celine who makes him want to have a rethink. In a clash of stunning attraction, these two begin to play wicked sensual games and even as Celine knows that the deal between them is businesslike, she finds herself falling head over heels for Damien. But when she discovers a deadly secret, something that makes her choose between vengeance and Damien, devastated Celine is stuck between her head and her heart. Who should her loyalty lie with? Damien? Or her dead parents? A thrilling tale of love, lust and revenge.

[I found out Daniel Ortega, the notorious delinquent at my high school, is actually a cat-loving gentle soul. Now, it's time to use it against him to get what I want.] Things get a lot more exciting for Logan Smith, a 17-year-old student from Skyland high school, when he catches Daniel Ortega in a vulnerable state. Logan is a scholarship boy-a genius prodigy who is expected to get into the best college once he graduates. Daniel Ortega is seen as the walking terror in high school. He is rough around the edges, tattooed, tall and muscular, and rumored to be a complete psychopath. But underneath his scarred skin hides a big heart. Daniel, however, doesn't want anyone to find out about his soft heart. His reputation as a bad boy makes people leave him alone, and he intends to keep it that way. But the problem arises when Logan finds out his secret. He threatens to expose Daniel as a secretly nice person unless Daniel beats up one of Logan's bullies on his behalf. Daniel doesn't like violence, but he has no choice but to agree since he doesn't want to lose his reputation as the high school bad boy. The sooner Daniel beats up the bully, the sooner he can return to being a lone wolf. He wants nothing to do with him after, yet, Logan seems to be attracted to him like the moth to a flame, and Danny can't seem to get rid of him!