Novel & Cerita Lokis Dirty Whispers

He whispered against my ear. A shiver of excitement ran through me which immediately released my hold on him. “Good girl.” He whispered before kissing my neck. I drifted off to sleep before Damian returned. Small waves lapped against the sand as I stood watching them. The sound of wildlife around me filled my ears. The waves swooshed louder and became bigger. Quickly swishing passed my ankles and sent ice cold waves through me. I tried to back away but I was held in place. The sand was swallowing up my feet and holding me in place. I tried to thrash and pull my way out, but I couldn’t move. I took a deep breath and closed my eyes. As soon as my eyes closed, the sand released me and the crash

A horrible, vivid dream. Water had splashed into my mouth while I dozed off. I quickly spat it out, heart racing. Still shaking, I jumped out of the tub, grabbing a towel as I rushed out of the bathroom. ********** (Linda's POV) I kept tossing and turning on the bed, unable to find peace as my mind raced through endless thoughts. "Did he see it?" I whispered into the empty room, staring at the ceiling like it held the answers. No, that’s impossible. He couldn’t have seen it. I was careful… wasn’t I?

Another pair worshipped Lorien’s cock with eager mouths and hands. The clearing became a sea of bodies. Mouths devoured breasts, cocks, and dripping pussies. Fingers and tongues explored every hole. Draven roared as he filled Vespera’s pussy with hot seed, only for Lorien to immediately take his place, fucking through the slick mess. Vespera’s cries of pleasure echoed as multiple orgasms tore through her, her body glowing brighter with each release.

Sierra's POV Wolves & Whispers is everything I hate—red neon lights pulsing like a heartbeat, bass-heavy music pounding against my skull, and the thick scent of cigars and alcohol choking the air out of my lungs. Different scents of Wolves mingling in the air. Strippers dressed in fishnet, straddling men and twisting around a pole on the platform. If it was yesternight, I'd have storm out of this place immediately, but not anymore.

****** “Feed me,” I whispered again, my voice low and dripping with every filthy promise I’d ever made to a man. My glossy red lips parted. I looked up through my lashes, pushing my chest forward so my crop top stretched tight over my breasts. “I know you want this, Professor. I can feel how hard you are. Let me taste you. Let Sweet Poison wrap her lips around that big, angry cock and make you forget every rule you think you have.”

“Kiss me” Leila whispered the second time and that was all it took for Gavin to lean forward and take her mouth in his. The kiss was different, she could smell the mint and oud in his clothes, she moved closer so her fingers could brush his hair and he cupped her cheeks in his hand. This kiss was based on an approval from both of them in their normal state of mind, it was not influenced by anything or any kind of alcohol. It was strictly what they both wanted and Leila took her time exploring his mouth with her tongue, her lips and everything in her.

Not wanting to do too much damage, Hollis licked and kissed the area tenderly before traveling down to the pale C cup breasts she’d been dying to touch all evening. “You know what I’m going to do to you?” Hollis asked in a deliberately sultry tone. Whitney’s brown eyes widened as she shook her head, swallowing visibly. Hollis’ clit twitched at the sexy response. She leaned closer, taking a hard rosy nipple into her mouth erotically. “...I’m gonna drive you out of your mind. While I’m sucking and licking you so softly here....” Hollis spoke in between her work, sliding a hand in between Whitney’s trembling legs “I'm going to fuck the attitude right out of you. So hard. Right...here.” Her long

“ Don't speak, no, don't try It's been a secret for the longest time Don't run (oh), no, don't hide Been running from it for the longest time So many mornings, I woke up confused In my dreams, I do anything I want to you My emotions are naked, they're taking me out of my mind Right now, I'm shameless Screaming' my lungs out for ya Not afraid to face it I need you more than I want to Need you more than I want to Show me you're shameless Write it on my neck, why don't ya? And I won't erase it I need you more than I want to I need you more than I want to No, uh, uh, don't wanna do this now So we're there, now it's real Now that you have me, do you want me still? My kisses are history, they go b

I know where the line is, and I know how to walk it without falling. He finally lifts his gaze. Gray eyes. Cold as the barrel of a gun. He’s in a black button-down, sleeves rolled. There’s a silver watch on his wrist and a blade on the desk in front of him, not decorative. He likes to clean his knives when he’s bored. Or when he’s thinking about someone who needs to disappear. “I’ve been hearing whispers,” he says calmly. “About you.” My blood turns to glass. “Oh?” “You’ve been spending time in the South District.”

Annika said as she signaled Sophia to sit beside her on the couch. She sighed but was still cautious about the man. “Sophia, he is not dangerous. Stop being agitated.” Annika said as she tried to convince her sister. “I-I’m sorry if you think I’m somewhat suspicious, but I just came here because I’ve cleared things about Annika. My name is Liam Morgan.” Liam said very calmly and tried to shake Sophia’s hands. Sophia looked at his face intensely and she wondered why the man seemed familiar. She then grabbed his hand and shook it and said, “I’m Annika’s older sister, Sophia.”