Gairah Malam Novels & Stories

The tension in the room was thick, their heavy breathing the only sound between them. Marco staggered, his breath reeking of alcohol, and threw Malia onto the bed with a drunken laugh. “It’s so hot,” Malia whispered, her voice breathy, her eyes half-lidded with lust. She reached for him, pulling him closer. “Marco, please… have sex with me.” She kissed him again, desperate for his touch, her hands roaming his bare chest.

LEAH My entire body was on fire, I could feel myself dripping down there, Ethan has always had so much effect on me, but I never expected it to be this much. “What am I even saying?” It has always been this much. Him, putting me on his shoulder, my nipples pressing onto his back was the end game. The clothes I was putting on was a thin layered night gown that barely concealed my body. How Ethan’s eyes roamed me when I pulled the door open was the start of it all, I tried really hard to pull myself together, but the moment my nipple grazed his back, I lost all self control and craved his touch. I badly wanted to be under him.