Novel & Cerita Hacer El Amor Salvaje

Could hear it from the howl that ripped through the trees, as the force of it hit Candy. She pulled back with a gasp as Stolas sat up, wrapping his arms around her waist as he kept up his relentless pace. Her lips moved to his, her fingernails scratching into his back as he moved his hand between them to circle her clit and take her over the edge again. Her body milked his, the feeling pulling him over. As he tangled his hand in her hair, pulling her face closer to his so he could press his lips to hers as he panted her name.

Elara responded with equal desperation, her fingers digging into his shoulders as the victory and betrayal fueled their connection into something primal and consuming. He entered her against the tree with powerful thrusts, the rough bark pressing into her back as he claimed her with unyielding intensity. Their bodies moved together with raw need, each deep stroke a declaration of ownership amid the chaos surrounding them. Elara’s cries echoed through the trees, mixing with the distant sounds of the forest as pleasure built to overwhelming heights. Jax’s movements were urgent, almost punishing, as he poured all his rage and love into their union, marking her as his in the heart of the wildern

Julius's assumption was wrong. When Zachary put his fluffy tail in my hand and flirted with me that night, it felt so soft that I couldn't stop myself from squeezing it. He groaned. Burying his face in my neck, he whined and said, "Queenie, tell me if you feel uncomfortable. I'll be gentle. I won't hurt you." He was very gentle indeed. However, Liam Ashford, a lycan and the candidate for my next trial marriage, was anything but. I had heard that lycans had great core strength, but when I experienced it for myself, I was overwhelmed.

A savage growl tore from Winter’s throat. His fingers tangled in her silver hair, yanking her head back sharply, breaking the kiss. Her neck arched, throat bared to him, as he loomed over her, eyes blazing with frustration and dark promise. The chamber thickened with the scent of desire and defiance, raw need and the dangerous game she had begun. Scarlett’s breath ragged, her body trembling yet unyielding beneath the Lycan’s grip, his control fraying at the edges.

Lauren gasped as her jean-clad ass hit the granite, her legs spreading automatically to let him step between them. "I need you," he said, his voice rough. Not a request. A statement of fact. "Right now. Need to feel you. Mine. Now." "Then take me." Her hands fisted in his shirt, pulling him closer. "I'm yours." His mouth crashed down on hers, brutal and demanding. This wasn't the tender lovemaking they'd shared before. This was desperate. Raw. Two people who might not have a tomorrow trying to burn themselves into each other's memory.

“You don't know me, you never tried, you don't care, you see me as a contract partner. Someone you're doing a favor. You don't even look at me nor do you have a place in that heart of yours to show emotion to anyone.” She forcefully hits his chest once. “There is no space for anyone.” She hit him twice, “I ask you again, Connel Wilder why? Why did you ask me to be yours?” Connel just stood like a statue, staring deep into Ariel's eyes. She wanted to break, she wanted to fall on his arms and cry. But she wasn't going to let her emotions win, she wasn't going to give in. She wanted answers and she wanted them now. He didn't know her. The girl who still had nightmares of empty dark nights. The

Raven wrapped her legs around his waist, urging him deeper, harder. The room filled with the sounds of their lovemaking, the slap of skin against skin, their ragged breaths, and the occasional moan or gasp. Jax's pace quickened, his thrusts becoming more urgent, more demanding. Raven met him stroke for stroke, her body coiled tight with anticipation.

"Come on, just one night. I will not tie you up or force you to be my lover. Just being my woman tonight, what do you think?" "Sorry, but I can't. I... don't like your brown eyes." "What? I don’t understand?" asked the man half screaming. The sound of the music that was getting louder and more stomping made the voice of them both be swallowed up by the noise around them. “I don't like brown eyed men. Do you hear me?" The woman said half screaming too.

He loved to hear this sweet moan so much that his phase turned wild with every passing second he pushed her to the wall side and held her hand above her with one hand while his freed hand wrapped around her slim waist only to make her private part closer to his manhood and rubbed it above clothes. "Uhh…mmm…" Eva's completely lost in his touch while her moans get bolder with his action. She didn't want to stop herself from moaning this time and let go of her shame to kiss him back with the same wild desire. Let him do whatever he wants and enjoy it completely with a free mind. He kisses her like a wild hungry wolf, who didn't taste something this unique. Her lips affected him to attack it and

"Acasia did. She wouldn't allow me to return to you looking like a savage. Her words." I laugh with pure joy. "I will take the savage. The man. The dragon. Love me, Sarn. Love me and don't ever stop." "As you wish," he says as he leans down and kisses me. He's here. He's mine and I am his forever. Our kisses turn from sweet to hungry. I need him inside of me. I want his fire consuming me. I begin tearing at his clothes so we are skin to skin. He helps, but the clothes rip with our need. He enters me and it's like the first time-perfect. I can't control my wolf who scrapes his back with my nails. Or maybe it's solely me and not my wolf. I want the world to see my marks on him. He bites my thr