Is One Dark Window A Romance Novels & Stories

He came to open the backseat door and he tripped before he fell on top of me making me gasp for a second but had my breathing paused once our eyes locked with each other. _____________________________ Get ready for a slow and blossoming burned romance. And we are just nearly halfway of the story. There's still a lot to come soon. Continue to vote and comment along with following my page. Till then.

They heat me up quickly and make me wild. This wine isn't meant to make one feel high. No. It's for creating that romantic moment. I always take it for Lysa because I never want her to think that her choices aren't welcomed. I take a few more sips, and I then take a large gulp and without swallowing, I pull her to me and feed her slowly as I kiss her. After I am done feeding her, I prolong the kiss as I suck on her tongue and I watch her go weak and I break the kiss.

I stood up, didn't even look at him in the eyes because it was dark. “Amore nel buio.” He whispered. I turned to him he was already behind me. “Huh?” “Let's make love in the dark.” He suggested. As he leaned to my face. Before our lips touched again, I managed to get out an, "Only for tonight. Right?” He didn't have to say it back, though. He returned the words in the kiss. His hands trailed under the shirt I was wearing and rubbed my bare waist. I smiled under the kiss, hating how ticklish I was, but he ran his hands along my stomach relaxing me.

His words the end of discussion. I lean back on my chair and close my eyes hoping to be somewhere else. I don't want to get another beating again. I feel his eyes on me for sometime before he gets up and leave with a peck on my lips. After sometime I am back in my room looking outside the window on deep trees. Chiara came with lunch and I ate some. The door open and in walk a woman in early thirties. "Ciao, piacere di conoscerti." I ignore her because I don't understand her. (Hi nice to meet you.)

The dark one kissed every part of my body, his hands constantly stroking and caressing everything that came in his way. I was completely lost in new sensations for me and missed the moment when the sweet bliss was replaced by a sharp pain. She sobbed and closed her eyes, digging her nails into Aiden's shoulders. He froze, and only rapid and noisy breathing betrayed his tension. Showering light kisses on my face, the dark one began to whisper some nonsense to me. The pain receded, and it was replaced by desire again. “I love you,” the dark one whispered, catching my sobs with my lips.

The long flight had left her aching and sensitive, yet the sight of this opulent space — his domain — sent fresh heat pooling between her thighs. Before she could respond, Damian spun her around and backed her against the cool glass window. The city lights sprawled hundreds of feet below them, a living tapestry of human activity. Anyone with binoculars or a high enough floor in a neighboring building might glimpse them. “Damian… the windows,” she whispered, half protest, half thrill. “I know.” His gray eyes burned with wicked intent as he pressed his hard body against hers. “I want the city to watch while I claim what’s mine.”

I want the moonlight to catch the shimmer of the oil on my skin until I he bursts open with the same measure of pleasure I'm sure he gets from watching me. I stop inches from the window, the coldness of the glass was a complete opposite to the heat radiating from my pussy. I look toward his window, and for a second, I see the glow of his cigarette—a single, glowing red coal in the darkness. He’s moved closer to the edge. "Watch me, Dark Horse," I whisper, my breath fogging the glass. I pour more oil into my hand and bring it to my chest. I massage my breasts, my fingers circling my nipples until they are dark, rigid peaks straining for his attention. I watch my own reflection in the glass, s

Her power falters as I storm toward her, the ground cracking under my feet. ‎ ‎She throws up her hands, dark energy flashing but it shatters against me like glass. I slam into her, sending her sprawling into the ground. Her dark magic is useless against me. ‎ ‎“YOU TOUCHED HER,” I roar, voice so deep it rattles through the clouds. ‎

Or will loving Damian Vercetti cost her the last piece of herself she has left? *************** AUTHOR'S NOTE Hey, reader. Let’s get one thing straight this is not your sweet, safe mafia romance. This story is dark. Twisted. Obsessive. There are moments that will make you pause, ache, maybe even rage. Damian Vercetti is not your redemption arc. He’s power without apology. Possession without permission. And Isabella? She’s not the damsel she’s the storm trying to survive the fire. If you’re here for roses and candlelight, this isn’t your book.

She stuttered, “Off… off the lights.” Laurence's fingertip stayed on her forehead for a long time as he looked at her knitted brows. “Aren't you afraid of the dark?” Zoey didn't want him to see her face when she was turned on. It was something she couldn't control. They were like the most intimate lovers in bed. She said a little breathily, “Switch it on again after we finish.” Laurence kissed her ear. It seemed like he liked her ear very much these days. He grunted hoarsely and switched off the light. Other than the faint light shining in through the curtains, the room was nearly pitch black.