Novel & Cerita Hacer El Amor Salvaje

I was two seconds away from tossing the containers and hoping to cause a feeding frenzy – because they’re wolves – when I heard his voice right next to my ear. “What’s in the containers, little mouse?” I whimpered. Instead of the human language, I’d been reduced to squeaks and whimpers. He chuckled at the sound, and Jesus help me, my knees threatened to buckle. How could his laugh have this effect on me? I’m turned and forced to look up at him. His hands rested low on my hips, much lower than a friendly touch, long fingers gently grazing my ass. Shockingly, I didn’t want to move them like I did whenever Connor touched me.

My back hit the tree and I moaned. "What are you doing?" I say breathlessly. Gabriel is already unbuckling his belt. "Make love to you. No one can see us from her, baby. I will make you scream. I love you to me right here right now!" That should scandalise me, have sex outdoors, but the way he said it makes me feel hot. He hikes my dress and, without another word, drives both of us into pleasure. And I do what he asked me to do. I scream "I love you" to him when orgasm hits me.

52 "I like to hear you moan Anastasia, I like to know that I can make you feel good, don't hide from me, Anastasia," He said kissing me right between my neck and shoulder. Which caused another moan. He found my sweet spot, 4 Fuck He continuously sucked on it, driving me crazy, along with probably giving me a hickey, great. When the elevator opened, he stopped, and walked out, as if nothing happened. All hot and bothered, I went into the bathroom.

“Now move. Fuck me.” I pulled back almost all the way, then slammed back in. The force of it drove her forward, a cry ripped from her lips. I set a brutal, driving pace from the start. No gentle lovemaking. This was what she demanded. This was what we both needed—primal, raw, a claiming under the moonlight. The table rocked with every thrust, the legs scraping against the wooden floor. The sound of our bodies meeting, skin slapping against skin, mixed with our ragged breaths and filthy talk.

The room devoured them. She didn’t remember how her legs wrapped around his waist or how his mouth found the hollow of her throat with the desperation of a man who hadn’t breathed in days. It wasn’t love. It wasn’t even comfort. It was combustion—chaotic, fast, and hot like a storm striking dry land. Colton didn’t ask for permission. Savannah didn’t offer protest. Every pull of his hands down her back felt like he was trying to strip away the days they’d spent lying to each other. Their bodies collided against the silk sheets like waves on granite—violent, beautiful, inevitable.

My hair is a pure mess of curls. Suddenly, a flash of memory pierced through my haze. Jeremías dark face staring down at me, intensely. “Take your hands off. I love it when you moan loudly.” His hands squeezing my breasts, and his mouth on mine. It flashes sharply, suddenly robbing me of a pleasant morning. I stagger back, my hand flying to cover my mouth. What the hell did I do last night? And with Jeremías?

Mmmh... Ugh…. Uhhh.. Ouch… “Aw… can't you slow down a little bit Miss? Who taught you this wild?!” Sandro complained. He is not an innocent man…and made love to many women all over the world…but this is the first time he had encountered this kind of romance. Amanda is on top of him, in a reverse cowgirl position, the back of her naked body at the side near Sandro's head, while the wild woman continued to move up and down…a few times Amanda bit Sandro's lower thigh…and that made him moan.

However, we are wild beings, with an insane hunger and need for freedom, it is imposible to cage us, we are the definition of wild, trying to supress our wolves has never ended well for us, It could be like a split personality, the wolf in us, it takes time to merge, it gets harder and painful if we try to supress it, and unlike myths, we do not need to kill to activate it, because contrary to popular belief, it is not a curse, but a gift, a blessing. "Hi," I hear, and turn my gaze to the person, I see a young woman. "Hello." I smile at her, her eyes widening. "Hi," She smiles, then chuckles with embarassment at her repetition, I just stare at her with renewed interest, waiting as she ges he

I thought I could survive him. But no one survives Zane Wilde. Not untouched. Not unchanged. I was supposed to guard my heart. But love doesn’t follow rules. Now I’m left piecing together what’s left of me while he walks away untouched—like he never bled me dry. He left a ruin where my heart used to be. A story where silence should have been. And still… I’d choose him all over again. Because that’s the thing about savage love— It doesn’t ask for permission.

I trailed my hands up her back, sinking my nails in her flesh until I wrapped my arms around her upper body, pulling her right against my chest. "Lose yourself for me!" I ordered. Amber screamed as she hit her climax, but it was not out of pleasure. Oh no, I clawed and scratched her face in two clean swipes, during her orgasm. I gouged her eye out, and cut her cheeks and her upper lip in half.