Romans & histoires Haunting Adeline Fanart Spicy

I stared at the blueberry pie, feeling death's approach. The chat went wild. 【DANGER! DANGER! DANGER!】 【Harper, think of something!】 【Don't eat it, you'll die!】 【Damn it, Kevin is a scumbag!】 【Yes! She's dead for sure this time!】 I walked up to Adrian and looked up at his impossibly handsome face. In the candlelight, his long, curled lashes cast shadows on his cheeks, and his lips were the color of ripe berries.

Adeline's world narrowed to the sensation. Nothing existed beyond this hidden space. Only Sebastian's touch. Adeline's grip on Sebastian's hair tightened, her fingernails digging into his scalp as he continued to devour her. Her other hand flailed, knocking books off the table, sending them crashing to the floor. Tomes thudded onto the dusty ground, their pages rustling, forgotten in the heat of their passion. Sebastian's hunger was insatiable, his mouth exploring every inch of her. Adeline's moans grew louder, her voice tangled in ecstasy. Her back arched, hips tilting upward, as Sebastian's hands grasped her waist, holding her in place.

“I still can’t make up my mind if I wanna fuck you here or upstairs.” “You ain’t fucking me nowhere, Haunter. Make love? Wherever you feel like it, whenever you feel like it.” “That sounds so vanilla.” “Vanilla? Take off your glasses and I’ll show you vanilla.” * ** THE END **

I was enjoying my sweet time with my juice and snacks when the biggest demon of my life appeared into my sight with a sinister smirk wearing a glittery red dress. “Hello, dear Adeline. It’s good to see you after a long time.”

yeah, my mate screams her lungs out, making me to suddenly withdraw my mouth from her clit but she pushes my head back there, an indication that she doesn't want me to stop. Well, that's a great sign... I guess! I'm not going back to her clit... I'm aiming for the trophy. I'm tired of beating around the bush. Adeline smells divine and I can't help but inhale her intoxicating scent. She hasn't applied any cologne or spray but she smells so good... so natural.... so sweet. I'm already getting drunk into her scent but wait- that's not why I am here. I go for her wet honeypot.

I dipped my hands inside her bra, squeezing and massaging her breast. "Wanna do a quickie my sweet??" I ask coyly, and she bit her lower lip. She started grinding her hips against my crotch. She bent down to kiss my neck and ear. I just tilt my head to the side and savor her lips. God seeing this side of Adeline is so fucking hot. I grope her ass, kneading and then spanking her ass earning me a whimper. I can feel Adeline leave a hickey on my neck, then she whispers into my ear, huskily.

she said in a hoarse whisper and started to suck on his neck. Damien could feel himself slowly losing control. This isn't good. She was high, and he was not. He should stop her. "Damien," Adeline took his hand and placed it under her shirt, urging him to grab her breast. "Fuck me. Please, Damien, I can't take it anymore. I'll be better than all of your hoes. You'll see. I want to be your only hoe. Don't you want me?" she pouted. "My body is burning. Do something, make me feel good," she croaked out.

I wanted my cock between her loose lips, her lax tongue moving at my will but I’m no rapist no matter how psychopathic I can be. Lifting her shirt just enough to expose her abdomen, I brought the tip of the sharpie to her skin and went to work. Sliding her dress a bit to expose her inner thighs, I added more. I finished by pulling her underwear down exposing her smooth cunt and adding a few more choice words. To Adeline, music is her way out but she’s a liar in that aspect. She wants to be someone else, but I’m here to remind that the ghost of her past will continue to haunt her, and what she did to me will not go without retribution.

Everything was perfectly kept. But even perfection has small flaws. Even when you're in control, you can still feel a deep wanting. It was one of those nights when I couldn't sleep that led me to search online. I looked at websites with names that sounded like secrets whispered in quiet, forgotten places. That's when I saw him. He wasn't advertised as a person, but as a "Perfect Companion." The ad said he was a Succubus, but the word didn't scare me. It promised he was handsome, loyal, and would meet all emotional needs. No returns or exchanges were allowed.

He looked like he'd been stung by an entire hives-worth of bees, and was still waiting for the swelling to go down. And then there was Aaron. He was the same height as Big Jim but looked like a rake beside him, which was crazy. Aaron was broad shouldered, almost three times me across and well defined, though you could never tell just how much until he had his shirt off. His hawk tattoo glistened with the trails of sweat running down his tanned chest, its inked talons raking his shuddering stomach as a feathered wing arched itself over his right shoulder.