Ink Lovers Novels & Stories

Having an audience makes things more exciting and is so hot. A month has passed since Derrick, and I started contacting other kinksters on the BDSM forum sites in Lubbock. Instead of appearing at the local underground BDSM club, an older couple, Cooper and Daniel, invited us to their place. They and another couple, Tracey and Cassidy, introduced Derrick and me to a wide range of toys and bondage equipment.

It was exactly the way most men liked, and it was nothing like Belinda. Deciding he'd lavished enough attention on the blond for now, Draven turned back to Belinda, his smirk still in place. "Will you let her taste you?" Somehow, through her jealousy-clouded mind, Belinda came to understand Draven's game plan. So the Lycan liked his sex kinky. Looking past Draven to study the blond, Belinda considered her next course of action. She'd never done anything like it before, but she discovered she wasn't very against the idea. Leaning forward, she kissed Chloe.

With a groan he pulled out and then began slamming into her mouth. Ink lifted his head again and retrieved the flogger from the bedside table. He also pulled out a vibrator and condom from the drawer. He quickly sheathed the hot pink vibrator before filling her ass with it. Turning on the toy, he pushed it a little further in. She moaned around Tanks fast moving cock in her mouth. “Fuck.” Tank groaned out as he released his load down her throat. “Pussy is fucking drenched.” Ink said before taking her clit between his teeth. With the not so gentle touch, her hips bucked against him as she came.

I asked, breaking the silence that had settled between us. Chester's gaze softened, and he began to explain, "Mindlinking is a rare gift among vampires. It allows us to communicate telepathically with others of our kind, forming a strong mental bond. It's an intimate connection that enables us to share thoughts, emotions, and even memories." I listened attentively, fascinated by this newfound knowledge of vampire abilities. It was as if a veil had been lifted, revealing a hidden world I never knew existed. As we continued walking, I couldn't help but marvel at the complexities of the supernatural realm.

Not even Jeremy. My head hurts from the amount of alcohol I consumed but with his touch and kisses, the pain starts to subside. I am only left in my underwear. When I turn around, I find him kissing the side of my neck. My eyes open to see my ripped shirt on the ground near me.

Riven grabbed the left one immediately, massaging it softly, and Darren touched the right one, kissing it softly and caressing it. Lucien knelt in front of me and began kissing me on the lips. Riven played around my nipples squeezing gently, I moaned into Lucien's mouth. Darren took the other nipple in his mouth, sucking and swirling his tongue around. The romance was intense, exactly what I craved. Darren came to my back and slipped his hand into my panties playing with my wet clits. He teased and circled before slipping a finger inside my pussy, making me gasp. Riven grabbed my two breasts, massaging them firmly, and sucking it.

She had prepared his favorite meal. She had even remembered exactly how he liked it. Her fingers tightened around the edge of the plate. "When did I start doing this?" she whispered. There was no answer. Only the uncomfortable truth she had been trying to avoid. She was beginning to care about Adrian. Not because he was her husband. Not because their families had forced them together. She cared because of the little things he did. The coffee he remembered she liked. The way he noticed when she was tired. The way he had stayed beside her when she was in pain.

Yas POV The shower helped a little. Not much. My body was still very much sensitive. ‘Good girl’ I could still hear his voice in my ear. God! I was so gone for this man. I stepped out of the bathroom, steam curling behind me. Then I changed into the red lace lingerie set I packed just in case. It had tiny silk straps, thin lace cups that barely covered my breasts, my nipples hard and obvious through the fabric. It was paired with matching panties that sat low on my hips and a silk robe hanging open enough to tease.

except this version was smiling, and somehow that looked far more terrifying than rage. Real Riven immediately moved in front of Lena. His entire body became a shield. “Stay behind me.” Lena stared at the creatures. “That one has my face.” Riven’s fake version tilted its head. “And hers has your weakness.” Lena’s stomach dropped, the fake Lena laughed mockingly “You always fall for broken things.” Real Lena flinched. Riven noticed. His voice lowered. “Don’t listen.” Fake Riven smirked. “That’s funny coming from you.”

The girl looking back at me was different. “No more naïve Mrs.,” I said quietly. “I’m the heiress of the Avila Cooperative.” “And I win.” Pain burned behind my eyes. Betrayal by love. Betrayal by proximity. At least Dad still had someone loyal. Mr Peter. I didn’t. I opened my drawer and took out my red lipstick. One by one, I cut out the men in suits from the photos. I pasted their faces onto the mirror. Under each face, I wrote: