Novel & Cerita Lit Errotica

His face was red with it, his eyes burning with a fire so cold it sent a shiver towards my body. “Get the fuck away from me. I don’t you ever fucking put your filthy hands on me!” he shouted. Rita flinched as if she’d been physically struck. She took a few steps back, her breath hitching, and then, in a desperate move, she dropped to her knees. “I’m sorry, Eric. I’m so sorry. It was a mistake. Please, just forgive me—for our baby.” Eric let out a bitter, mocking laugh. “You want me to forgive you?” he asked tauntingly. “It was just a mistake? Then what the hell are you doing here, mmh? What are you doing here, Rita?”

Lana walked down the driveway with measured steps, her heart fracturing further with each one she took. She did not look back, even as the distance grew between them. Some loves burned too brightly, consuming everything in their path without mercy. And some secrets, once heard in the quiet hours, could never be unsaid, echoing eternally in the ruins they left behind. THE END

And then before Mikayla could even recover, Rita flipped her. One motion. Smooth and dominant. Now Mikayla was on her back beneath her, her breath knocked out of her lungs, eyes wide and glowing with something between shock and desperate lust. “Your turn,” Rita whispered, already moving down. “No...” Mikayla gasped, “I can’t...again...” “Yes, you can,” Rita said, voice like velvet and fire. “I’m not stopping until you forget his name.” Mikayla had no idea how many times she came after that.

Eriteria says to Jane,she bow her head before leaving to see Elena condition. Eriteria eyes started getting blurred with her eyeball glowing,her eyeball shine brightly and her back bone give a crack,she rolled from the couch to the ground. "Ahh! She cried looking around and meet herself in a high land with trees all around, she saw a figure from afar tied to a piller turning his back against her. "Who is that?" T.B.C

She hoped to manipulate him with the look on her face. "Oh. I'm sorry about your situation." Regret appeared on Eryk's face. He felt that Lucia's return to work as a hostess was inseparable from the mistakes he had made in the past, including publishing articles in various media about her closeness with Kent that led to the girl leaving her hometown. Slowly, the man's hand held Lucia's, which invited the girl's eyes to look at Eryk's hand wrapped around hers. "Do you know that I continue to be filled with regret for my behavior towards you? I hope you can forgive all my mistakes."

As he read through a particularly erotic line in a poem, his mind drifted to Elora. It wasn't right to think of her as a prospective lover or have any feelings of affection towards her. Erika's betrayal still burned as an undying fire in his heart, like a barbed arrow head from an old battle wound, digging deeper and deeper, constantly tearing into his heart until it probably killed him.

His breathing slows and his eyes search mine like he’s trying to find a joke hidden somewhere in my expression but I don’t give him one. The silence stretches again and then he lets out a small, disbelieving breath. Almost a laugh. “You’re actually serious,” he murmurs, like it’s the most impossible conclusion he’s ever reached. I don’t answer because I am and Edric Vale, human dancer of Luna Noir, lies in my bed staring at me like I’ve just rewritten his reality. He shakes his head slowly, as if refusing to let it settle. “This has to be some kind of trick,” he says softly.