Lovers Of Pleasure Kjv Novels & Stories

“I’d like us to turn to 1 John chapter 2 verses 15 to 16. Sister Grace, would you do us the honour of reading it aloud?” Me? My stomach dropped. I was in no way shy, and I read scriptures often, but it felt so wrong for me to read while my pussy was wet. I grabbed my bible and flipped through the pages with ease, “Do not love the world or anything in the world. If anyone loves the world, love for the Father is not in them. For everything in the world, the lust of the flesh, the lust of the eyes, and the pride of life, comes not from the Father, but from the world.”

The cool air hit her wetness for a split second before his middle finger plunged deep inside her. Liora’s back arched violently, a loud, unfiltered moan vibrating into the kiss. She felt stretched and filled, the sudden intrusion sending a jolt of electricity straight to her brain. Riven didn't slow down; he slid a second finger in beside the first, stretching her wider. He began fingering her with a brutal, fast pace, his knuckles rubbing against her clit with every thrust. He was relentless, driving her toward a peak she couldn't escape.

She really wasn't ready for a touch from a man who still felt foreign to her. However, the man knows how to lure his woman to be subdued and lulled by the vortex of passion created by the expert. Satisfied playing on Alice's lips, now Adam moved to Alice's nape and inhaled the scent there. While one hand was busy playing on the top of Alice's twin hills which had been successfully opened by Adam's nimble hands.

Tо terminate ѕuсh a glоrіоuѕ fееlіng too soon wоuld bе a sin. Perceiving hеr аrоuѕаl his breath quickens, hе wаntѕ tо mоvе hіѕ hаndѕ quісkеr but hіѕ heart wоn't lеt hіm. It slows his movement to draw out thе pleasure hе іѕ bоth gеttіng аnd giving from thіѕ іntіmаtе touch. Hе never wаntѕ it tо end and уеt he craves fulfillment.... Suсh is the circularity оf human соntасt. Thеу'rе mоvіng bоth tоgеthеr and ѕераrаtеlу іn a dance of ѕеnѕuаl expression. Hе fіndѕ hеr centre аnd trасеѕ thе оutlіnе оf this exquisitely

Desire had a cruel way of twisting my reality, making the forbidden feel like the only thing that made sense. Kester was a god—of sin, of pleasure, of ruin. And I had let him destroy me in the most devastating way possible. He fucked like a god – like he owned me. And maybe he did. Any woman would kill to have this. Every part of me still throbbed with the memory of his touch. The way he stretched me and filled me so completely I thought I'd tear. The sinful, unbearable pleasure that left my body trembling at his mercy. The dirty words he whispered into my ears while he fucked me senseless. It all made my core quake.

Pleasure became the universal language. From the ashes of old terror rose an eternal, ever-expanding inferno of love and desire. Vespera looked at us with shining eyes as we lay spent and glowing. “Will it ever end?” I smiled, pulling her closer into the tangle of warm bodies. “No. It only grows hotter. Deeper. More complete.” This was our eternity passionate, filthy, sacred, and infinite. The flames of remembrance burned on.

It’s like everything he does makes it even better. “I’d be a fool if I had said no when you proposed to me,” I said to him as I looked up to see his face, he kissed me on my lips passionately and I don’t exactly feel the lust anymore. It was pure love. And there is nothing that is much better than that.

It was as if Marius had unlocked a hidden world of pleasure within me, exploring every inch of my essence with unyielding determination. His voice, filled with desire and longing, pleaded for me to come back to him, to let go and surrender to the pleasure we were experiencing together. My response was a symphony of moans and sighs, each one a testament to the ecstasy that enveloped us. As Marius intensified his thrusts, I could feel myself reaching the pinnacle of pleasure once again. The sensation was overwhelming, pushing me to the edge of blissful abandon. With each passionate exchange, we danced in a rhythm of passion and desire, our bodies entwined in a symphony of ecstasy.

Our eyes locked in that raw, adoring gaze that made everything feel both primal and intimately tender. As I began to move again, slower at first to savor the shift, I thrust deep and deliberate. I watched his face contort in pleasure, his lips parted in silent moans, cheeks flushed, and eyes half-lidded with that sexy, loving haze. Every roll of my hips pressed him into the couch, his cock trapped between our stomachs, leaking and sliding against my skin with each grind.

It's not just pleasure, it's love, it's a declaration in pleasurable movements. -"I love you" he whispers. I scratch his hand, which limits me to a few movements. My newest form of control. I remain with my legs around him, trapping his body close to mine, and his member buried deeper. -"Ah! Ethan...ah!" My moans are muffled as he sinks in and pulls out. Love has a garden, a fence, a project. Sex invades all of that. Sex is against the law. Love depends on desire, it is a construction. Sex does not depend on desire, desire is taken over by it.