Romans & histoires King Of Lust

he said in a low voice that if not for my wolf gene I wouldn't have heard " Why?" " I..i..i " Sure you have nothing to say" he cut me off " No matter the punishment I know you'll still repeat it " but why? Why do you find it hard to obey me?" This time around I met his eyes and I regretted it that minutes. His eyes were clouded with lust as they set on me. What is happening? Is the king lusting for me? How is that even possible? " you drive me crazy," he said making me more shocked beyond words " Your eyes, are beautiful"

MEETING FOR THE FIRST TIME. "I see something more beautiful than the stars in her smile. It’s like catching a glimpse of heaven. I can’t take my gaze away from her, and I know I’m in love with her. I know in my heart that she will be mine." King Miller is the Lycan king who despises werewolves and wishes to have nothing to do with them. He is a man-whore who sleeps with anything under the dress. He rules his realm with stringent regulations. He has no empathy for anyone and would go to any length to obtain what he desires. He is a tyrant who will go to any length to keep his control over his kingdom. His nasty and brutal character has instilled terror in his subjects. He is well known all ov

Too dangerous… He should be loathing him, and his anger had not yet subsided despite his curiosity about what King might be hiding. But he couldn’t deny the fact that seeing King in front of him, obviously flushed, made him forget everything in his mind. All he was left with was lust. Kane tried to hide it by smirking, but his stomach was growling. He took the brush again. “Let’s start, shall we?” From where Kane was seated, he saw how King gulped and bit his lower lip. That gesture made his crotch stir. Wanting to tone it down, he cleared his throat.

He forget everything around him, if there was the only thing in his mind, it was LUST. He slipped it out and in a moment, He turned her around and lifted her onto the kitchen counter, spreading her legs wide he rammed inside her like a hungry wolf. Her weak hand trying to bear her weight, but failed where without caring anymore Rayn continue to fuck her and claim her like he owned her.

Known to be beautiful, sexy body, intelligent, sole heir of Marcaida and a great ballerina. But despite his perfect nature, he has the opposite attitude. She is rude, arrogant, cursing, sharp-tongued and looks down on men who want to claim her heart. He believes that they only want wealth or money from him. So until now, he still has no one to choose to marry even though there are many courting and queuing up for him.

" have you gone mad? Huh? I don't know, in which world you live? and which world you are talking about? For your kind information There is no such thing as love, in our world only one thing is exist and that is lust, But some fools like you call this by the name of love! And we call sex! If love or whatever you say it is exist in our world, and the people who talk about love, then Why they o does not do love in their whole life, why their love requires sex in the last. The thing started with love as you say also needs a bed at the end. Then if people like us only want a bed, not love, so what is wrong in it. I don't think so it wrong because we are reduced the stupid effort which peop

I beg, ripping my face from his and finding my voice in my desperation, “No please –“ He laughs against my mouth. “Why wait, wife? I’ll have you in bed soon enough. I’ll take you here under the moon first, where I found you -” I press my hands against his chest, not really processing his words, just desperate to get out from beneath him. “No – stop – stop –“ I slam my hands against him, then, desperate blows that draw his attention away from his lust. “You will take me, wife,” the King growls, tightening his grip on the hand behind my neck, forcing me to look him in the eye. “I claim you – you are mine -”

I look forward to the day when I will find my queen and together we will protect our kingdom. My name is Mateo Morrison. The most powerful and noble king in the history of the Lycan kingdom, I am the most powerful and noble of all. I strictly enforce my dominance over all Lycans. I am a compassionate ruler, but at the same time, I am the most impious and cruel to those who dare challenge me. I despise killing my enemies because I enjoy torturing them in the most horrible and sinister way. It’s no fun to kill them immediately. I take pleasure in watching my enemies squirm in pain and fear as I show my power over them. I show no mercy to those who oppose me, and I make sure they understand the

The man cut her off. Her servants gasped in disbelief. 'To his bedchamber? What kind of lustful man was he?' Laylin pursed her lips, holding back a curse for his 'King' and a wince for the ache in her body. The rumor about him being an uncivilized old barbarian who was shrewd and chased after skirts must be true. BUt she could clearly see Rakhbar was proud of their new King because of his ability to shift into a fearsome Lycan as not many lycans could shift these days so his people were ready to cater to his vulgar desires.

walking out of it and then standing in front of him wearing only my stockings that one of the other courtesan had picked up for me Well I can understand the look of shock and appreciation on the king's face, have always been blessed with a fair-sized breats and I liked that the king likes it too. He's staring at my every move like a wolf ready to attack his prey. I playfully run my hand down my stomach to my private part . “You have no idea how fucking sexy you look right now,” the king growled, and I touched my sex, feeling moist and wet. I closed my eyes and started circling my finger over my clit.