Fullmetal Alchemist Lust 소설 & 이야기

I was now in my underwear only. I scooped her up and lay on the bed with my back. I slammed my lips against hers again, kissing her more savagely than before. I lifted my hands and unhooked her bra. Her breasts leaped free like oranges falling off a tree. She moaned softly as I took off the bra. I took my lips off her and kissed her neck. I felt the blood flowing through her carotid artery; it was tempting. I couldn't help but kiss her carotid artery once more and felt the demonic hunger awaken in my abdomen. I tamed it successfully. I sucked on one of her breasts and held the other in my hand, squeezing it at intervals. She gasped out a moan in acknowledgment. She bit her lower lip and grip

Coated in gunpowder and I wanted to combust. He groaned against my mouth, further igniting the beading heat between my legs. Goosebumps pricked against the length of my arms. His stubble scratched at my cheeks. Sharp and prickly, but his plush lips made it worth it. I wanted more. My hand trailed from his collar to the exposed skin of his chest. His pulse hammered in time with mine, shoulders bunched together when he suddenly pulled back. His breath came out in heavy puffs, eyes heavy-lidded with lust.

I could hear the lust that coated every sound I made. “You know what you’re doing, don’t you?” He asked, catching up with my naughty intentions. I couldn’t move my hips again, instead, my fingers got to work on his chest, scraping my nails all over his skin and teasing where hair gathered in his chest. His hair was as curly there as it was on his head, looking at him from up close made him look younger and more handsome. His eyes had a fire, need, want, and a bit of vulnerability. My nails scraped over one nipple by accident, but when I felt his abs tighten beneath me in response, I wanted to do it again.

Hе wаѕ mу every wаkіng dеѕіrе, mу fаntаѕу, аnd my body burned only for hіm. He mоvеd аwау, muсh tо mу displeasure. Mу еуеѕ аnxіоuѕlу scanned hіѕ fасе fоr ѕоmе іndісаtіоn to whу. He wаѕ brеаthіng hеаvу, struggling tо pull аіr bасk іntо his bоdу. Hіѕ рuріlѕ wеrе dіlаtеd, and hіѕ еуеѕ burned darker. I ѕаw the unmіѕtаkаblе look of luѕt еvіdеnt whеn his еуеѕ locked wіth mіnе.

As she looked up, her breath caught in her throat because the man had a devilish grin playing in his lips and his gray eyes looking right into her soul, promising her the storm that was about to come. She inhaled his musky scent with the mixture of the wine and immediately, she regretted it. It was so addictive and she felt herself wanting for more. His face was so near that she couldn't help but be intoxicated by him. She gulped. "Let me clear one thing, Stacy," he said with a deep, authoritative voice, "I have paid for you already so, you are mine for this night."

Groaning lowly, she quickly opened her wardrobe and took another gown to wear, turning around to quickly put on her dress, she turned around and saw Ruthless still staring at her, his gaze held a hungry look. Vala wondered if he could behave like this when the full moon is yet to come, then how he could behave when it's full Moon? "Why are you staring at me, is not as if you have never seen me before." "I can't stop imagining your a*s Vala," Ruthless said, closing the distance between them, and placing one of his hands in her cheeks, "Just pray for me to control myself during the full Moon because you are really driving me crazy and I can't wait to have you. Those chains on you made you look

“You are thick, lush, and built to be claimed by a true Alpha. My beast doesn't want a skinny, fragile she-wolf, Eloise. He wants you. He wants to sink his teeth into this sweet, heavy neck and mark you until every wolf in the continent knows who you belong to.” A knot of pure, unadulterated lust tightened violently in my lower abdomen. My thighs rubbed together instinctively, a slick, wet heat soaking through my lace underwear. I had never been talked to like this. I had never been looked at like this—not with disgust, but with a primal, suffocating lust that made me feel entirely consumed. “Lucan...” I gasped, my fingers finally digging into his broad, bare shoulders. The skin was searing

Our lips met, tentative at first, and then with an intensity that left both of us breathless. His eyes fluttered closed, and I felt the tension of days, weeks, months melt against him. The firelight from the bonfire danced across our faces, painting our kiss in shades of gold and amber. My heartbeat thundered in my chest, echoing the rush of heat from my powers and the sudden, overwhelming pull of something I couldn’t name but recognized as belonging to both of us. He murmured against my lips, a sound that was both warning and invitation. “Laila…”

C H A P T E R 8 : T H E H O T , S W E A T Y S E X Lust is a pleasure bought with pains, a delight hatched with disquiet, a content passed with fear, and a sin finished with sorrow. Demonax. ~

Louder moans threatened to escape from my lips while I tried desperately to hold them in. “So wet…so hot…” EROS murmured before he chuckled at my reactions. His fingers pulled the crotch of my panties swiftly to the side before his fingers delved into my wetness. I cried out his name before biting down hard on my lower lip. The pleasure from his fingers stroking up and down the wet slit in between my legs made my legs feel weak as I panted. Lust flooded my mind and my body as I yearned for him and the pleasure that I knew he could give me.