Romans & histoires King Of Lust

when you pulled away from the kiss, his eyes were dark in lust " Strip" Lisa looked up to see the prince ( King, but she remembered him better as the stubborn Lycan Prince who got whatever he wanted) waiting on her expectantly. The way he was staring at her made her want to wrap her arms around herself and curl up in a ball. or maybe obey his command and strip the little clothing on her body so he would appreciate her. It was a mixed emotion but she knew what she wanted. " What?"

I finished everything in one go; supervising the human maids and errand boys to do this and that, taking care of the menu for the day, checking the meat business accounting, and checking the overall well-being of the ranch and the main house. It was easy for me to perform this as I have multiples of me ready to do anything. Actually, pieces of me are scattered all over the world to do my job. Being the Prince of Lust, I must maintain my duty as the propagator of sinful pleasures. Lust is a basic instinct of every human. The feeling is already there. I just needed to ignite it, nurture it in order to mature. It is a human's decision what he/she does with it though. Whether to use it through r

he whispered back roughly, punishing me with his kiss. "I want you to fuck me, fuck me while you look at Magnus. I want you to desire him as much as I do. I can already taste his lust for us." The king was about to lift me but I pushed him back against the wall roughly. I kneel, taking his erection into my mouth. "Watch him," I demanded and let his girth invade my lips.

He growls in my ear, the sound so sexy it makes my walls clamp around his shaft. "Yours, my King. This pussy is yours. Yours to claim and fuck." I say breathlessly, biting my lip, and Roy growls in approval. I'm so lost in the throes of pleasure to feel shy about the dirty talk. "Good girl," he says huskily, speeding up his thrusts as he fucks me senseless. He kisses my neck, sucking hard on my marking spot and I shudder from bliss… Goddess, he's so good at this… the way he's fucking me as if he wants to split me in two and I love every bit of it.

His roared of triumph echoes far in the city and the forest. It’s a death prophecy for all. All his slaves agree and praise the dignity and pride of their Alpha together by shrieking and howling loud. They showed strength and consent with their mighty and ferocious king as they don't have any chance to rebel. He is ferocious Alpha, whose lust is power. He can kill anyone for filling his lusty desires. The king is a beast in all avatars. ......

Triumph came as he moved away from me in hurried steps until his back was against the glass. I should have known it was a trap when he watched me with that calculating gaze as I moved closer to him when I was feet apart from him, his hand grabbed one of mine and wrapped it over his cock which was so hard I knew I had pushed him to his limit. Which was just what I had wanted to do. I wasn’t done yet either. I wrapped my hands around him as you spoke. “Look what you’ve done.” He couldn’t even keep his lust from his voice.

Noah recorded each order with precision. I walked to the window overlooking the city. Somewhere in those streets, Dorn was holding children who had no voice. I intended to give them one. “We need to solve all these matters in a week. The Canadian King's profile and Dorn are the targets we need to hit in a week, because both are connected to smuggling and I am sure they are the only two filth who have the treasure in their grip.” The word “treasure” left my lips, heavy and deliberate, carrying a weight no one in the room could perceive. My chest tightened, a coil of anger, protectiveness, and the raw sting of loss.

Nurul Islam stroked Abrar's hair and began: "Once there was a king. His son was very honest. His grandson was even more honest. One day, the uncle came and said, 'I want the throne of the kingdom. If you want to save your grandson's life, you must fight...'" The room grew dim; everyone's eyelids grew heavy. But Arian knew—he would have to stay awake through the night. Because old enemies do not sleep, and they were now running after Abrar.

The nobles comprehended that despite their ignorance of the woman's identity as their sovereign's cherished companion, culpability rested upon their shoulders. The king, with a wild look in his eyes, proceeded to scrutinize each and every cell, giving the impression of a man unhinged. With a quickening of his pulse, his bloodshot eyes scanned the area in a desperate search for his beloved. After a century of being undead, his heart beat solely for his beloved. As soon as he caught wind of her whereabouts, his entire being yearned for the comfort of her embrace. He gazed at their undeniable connection, feeling an intense longing to embrace her, caress her lips, and unite with her in a passion

His beard was rough as it grazed her skin leaving red marks. He rubbed her breasts, forcibly putting them into his mouth and bit her erect nipple. “Ahh!” she screamed. This was torture that spoke of death, she thought. She closed her eyes, hands gripping the sheets beneath her. Keanna gasped as his finger began rubbing her clitoris. Instinctively she wiggled and the King who was trying to climb on top of her pinned down her body. “It seems pleasure is unfamiliar to your body.” he said as his breath fanned her face.