Romans & histoires Kelsey Plum Nsfw

Wanting the possibility of something bold and messy and unforgettable. “So… Do you mean you wanted to be with us at the same time?” Dam asked. “Like… involved sexually with him and me? Or an actual threesome?” His words came out slow, heavy with doubt. “Something like that,” I replied, suddenly feeling shy. I looked away, unable to hold his gaze. He went quiet again, and I could practically hear him wondering what kind of wild ideas were living in my head. The silence stretched, tense but not hostile, just… uncertain.

She could feel the raw passion coursing through her veins, a primal need for him that had been building for so long. Ethan responded with equal fervor, his arms wrapping around Luna's waist, pulling her flush against him. His lips moved with a desperate hunger, matching her kiss for kiss, their tongues tangling in a passionate dance. The taste of him was intoxicating, a heady mix of desire and longing that fueled her fire even more.

Kevin tried to catch his breath. "...that...was...amazing..." I finished for him. Kevin pulled me on his chest giving me a slow kiss. I let my hands run down his chest to his hips. Lightly running my fingers over his indents, I felt him tense up. He rolled me over and we went for another round of passionate, lust filled sex.

Bad publicity could be good publicity but my career would be plunged to the depths of this got out. "I can't Katherine. I cannot lose Nik." I fired back. "I cannot end up a one-hit star. You of all people should know that Katherine. Your career blossomed when you were dating that billionaire vlogger. When he dumped you, you were left fending for scraps with amateurs in the industry. I'm sorry I sound so insensitive right now but I don't want that kind of future for myself."

Kelsey's hoarse voice sounded sexy without her even trying. "Where are you? Are you at your hotel?" The bed didn't look like it, hence the question. "No, I'm at his place ... he actually owns a place on this island, his family's vacation home," she lowered her voice not wanting to be heard by the guy she was dating. "He is soooo fucking hot in bed, we had a fuckathon last night and we were slightly drunk ... it was ...." Kelsey's mouth was wide opened and she flipped her eyes to prove her point.

“Then stop treating me like—” “Not now.” The edge in my voice cut through whatever she was about to say. Good. We didn’t have time for this. The woman stopped a few feet from the gate. Close enough to speak. Far enough to stay safe. Smart. “Alpha Kael,” she said. Not a question. A statement. I didn’t react. “You have the advantage of me,” I replied. “State your name.” She smiled slightly. “Dr. Elara Voss.” Human.

he kissed her softly on the bed. “What…the hell?” she breathed, her voice hoarse. “That was…” “Intense?” Kyler supplied while I undid the collar. “Yeah…let’s go with that.” she laughed breathlessly. Kyler had already disposed of the condom and was lying beside her, pulling her close. “That was insane,” he said. “When did you get so Kinky, four eyes?” “Who knows,” I said mildly. “I never imagined Paraphilia to be this intriguing.”

Blood bloomed across his torn clothing. Connor dropped to his knees before Harold. Seeing their Alpha in trouble, his warriors drew their swords, ready to fight Harold and his warriors. But Harold did not press the attack. I understood why—this was still Connor's territory. "Give me Clara's corpse," Harold said coldly. Connor's eyes widened. "No, that's impossible! Clara was Blackclaw Pack's Luna! She must be buried here!"

CHAPTER 35: The Hard Reminder Francesca’s Pov My face was still burning. I walked fast down the long hall. I locked the door to my bedroom hard, i put my back against the wood. I tried to slow my breathing. It did not work. The kiss was a mistake. It was a bad mistake, i told myself that. I kept telling myself that he is the enemy and that he is the killer, he is the one who took my parents but his story. His story was sad, he was only a fifteen years old boy. That is too young to kill a man, that is too young to be a devil.

In my pursuit of excitement, I lay on the bed with my legs open, frantically pleasuring myself in front of the floor-to-ceiling window. Through the dark glass, I could see a strong man on the balcony opposite staring at my body intently. This extreme taboo made my scalp numb, and I grew increasingly depraved. I tried my best to arch my back as I became a shameless, irrational, and thrill-seeking tart. My name was Layla Terra, and I was a dance student.