Novel & Cerita Lovers High

She couldn't understand if her words had slipped out due to jealousy or other reasons. Ares threw a sharp gaze as if his eyes emitted disbelief towards Keyara's words. Then, he spoke calmly but deeply, "I have never cheated on you. I have been infatuated with you forever. I didn't even know if I could love a woman as much as I love you." Ares' words instantly made Keyara's face blush. The honest confession with an intense gaze made Keyara realize that she couldn't divert her attention from Ares' deep gaze any longer.

My hands gripping the side of his hips hard enough to bruise, while his hands grabbed my breast and his thumb pressed against my nipples. "Look at me," he groaned and i twisted my head around to look at him, a strained moan escaping my lips. His eyes were dark and blown wide, and he looked at me like I was the only thing in the world worth seeing. "I love you," I moaned, laughing and crying at once. "I love you, Wesley. And he doesn't get to have this. He doesn't get to have any of this." "No." His voice cracked. "He doesn't. Fuck! Bowie-“

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Touched her chest area to her amazement the blade wound on her chest and all over her body were already, perfectly healed then she rolled her eyes to the girl crouching while dusting the sands on her body. The little girl watched Sniffia expressionlessly and without moving from her position. Sniffia sighed, her lips opened to the familiar girl as words came out. “How… I’m I still… alive… again?” ***** Happy Birthday to me***** And today marks the first Anniversary of the Novel, Soul Lovers***** I'm truly loving the journey so far, do you?

Commander Wesley couldn't believe what he heard for a moment. Lover?! What was king Raleigh saying? King Raleigh falling in love?! Was that even possible? He had been with his highest for the longest time but he had never thought he would be able to hear the word 'lover' from his highness's mouth one day. His highness only used to see people in two ways; useful and useless and treated them accordingly. And now suddenly his highness was declaring this stranger as his lover. He was shocked. Was Ives really deserving of his highness? Was Ives that useful for his highness? What qualities did Ives possess to be declared as his highness's lover? Most importantly, what will his highness gain from I

The four of us moved in deep, perfect rhythm, our pleasure amplifying the greater whole. The atrium exploded into a vast crescendo of bodies and ecstasy. Lovers from every realm streamed in, adding their heat to the blaze. The space filled with the glorious noise of raw passion flesh slapping wetly, moans layering into one continuous song, cries of release echoing off living walls. Vespera was the radiant focal point: double-penetrated by Draven and Lorien, Sable’s cunt on her face as she licked with desperate hunger. Her body shook with powerful, rolling orgasms, emerald light bursting from her in bright waves.

His hot lips cover her cherry lips without warning. "Nelson, you are the best gift from god! I love you!" "Well. I love you too!" The lovers' honeyed words make the moon in the sky shy, secretly hiding in the clouds. The night is dark, and the love is deep.

She looked wistful, as if picturing a romance pulled straight from the movies. I forced a smile, trying to share in their enthusiasm. "Yeah, it sounds... interesting." One of my colleagues, Clara, noticed my lack of enthusiasm. "What's wrong, Ava? Don't you like the idea?" I sighed, shaking my head slightly. "It's just... there are no perfect lovers in reality. It's a nice idea, but it's not realistic." The truth is, if someone did show up who checked off all those boxes, wouldn’t they were a fraud? I just thought but didn’t speak.

He felt the shiver run across her skin. His lips mere inches from her flesh, he took a sharp inhale of breath. Her scent invaded his nostrils, filling him with an almost desperate need to taste her. Not just the pulsing blood coursing just beneath her flesh, but the soft curve of her lips. He knew this feeling. The hardening between his legs, the way his fangs elongated just from her scent, alerted him to just how inviting she was to him.

It was smooth, controlled and perfect. The lovers’ death drop followed. He hoisted me overhead, spun once, twice, then dropped low, bending back until I hovered above him, hair trailing the ice, our mouths almost touching. The music hit its peak, and we held the position for three heartbeats before he rose in one powerful motion, pulling me upright and into his arms.