Lustful Hearts の小説・ストーリー

I grip his face hard, kissing him back with the same savage need, the same ruthless dominance. There’s nothing soft about this. This isn’t lust. This isn’t love. This is raw. This is burning hot. This is fucking war. This fire, this chaos, this fucking madness. It’s as violent as a winter storm and just as merciless. A forest fire with no end, devouring everything in its path. Even if it’s wrong. So fucking wrong. And the worst part is, I hate that I love it. We are enemies. We’ve crossed lines that can never be fixed.

With every fiber of his being, he yearned to unravel the secrets veiled beneath her ethereal presence. In that moment, the club became a battleground for desire and curiosity, an arena where hearts and souls clashed in a frenetic dance of passion and seduction. And as Luther and Jack stood at opposite ends of this emotional precipice, a torrent of emotions thundered through their minds, threatening to unravel the very fabric of their existence.

Biting her finger playfully, she gave them a sultry glance. Wrath growled. "You tricked us!" Lust chuckled, her laughter smooth and mocking. "Oh, darling," she said, her tone dripping with satisfaction, "Missed me?." Lust leaned back on a nearby rock, crossing her legs deliberately, showcasing the smooth curve of her thighs. A wicked smile played on her lips as her tone turned teasing. "So, what's the grand plan, gentlemen?" she purred, her voice dripping with mockery. Wrath, his jaw tight, snarled, "We break into the palace and take the goddess. Simple as that."

"But I cried anyway. When they transplanted Nathan's heart, I locked myself in the men's room the whole time, smoking and unable to stop my tears. Even Sue never managed to find me. "Also, the title of Mrs. Frost wasn't meant to be compensation… Because for me, you're the only one who can be my wife. "I now see Sue for what she truly is, but it's too little, too late. "I've fallen in love with you before I knew it, Wanda, even if telling you now is pointless." As he finished, I remembered that meteor shower that he had spent millions making for me. I crossed my fingers, making a wish as the shooting star left a fiery trail to the night sky.

Just enough to loosen them. That’s when they started coming. Men. Polite. Well-dressed. Confident in the way men with money often are. “Dance?” “Can I buy you another?” “Just one song.” I smiled. Declined. Turned away. Andrea leaned close, shouting over the music. “You’re breaking hearts.” “I didn’t ask for them. and dont forget that I am married to Damien” "But he didn't seem to keep the respect for the relationship? He was freely roaming with some other women, Sophia"

Luther, like he could read my mind, leaned forward and rubbed two of his fingers against my entrance. "Look at how wet you are. You were acting like you were doing this for the money, but your clit is telling me another story." He teased me for a while before finally pushing the two fingers inside. I moaned around his cock, pushing back against his fingers as he began to fuck me with them, adding another one a few seconds later. "I knew you were perfect for the role the moment I hired you. You're going to be so good for me tonight, won't you, Naomi?"

Lust , want , need , desire -however , I see a glint of love and care but I know that it is impossible for him to feel that way. Sound…My ears tingle from the sweet things he whispers to me. They flow from my ears , and reside in my heart. Though , I try to prevent that from happening – I try closing my hearts doors to it. I feel his sweet notes pry those steel doors open , and comfortably make my heart it’s home. Taste… When our lips touch , an indescribable taste is what I taste. I taste the lips of a man who does not want me , but he cannot keep his hands off me. I taste the passion and need on his lips , the need he has for me.

His intense blue eyes were completely unreadable in the heavy shadows of the room, but the hunger in them hadn’t faded. He reached down and slowly unclipped the lace garter, sliding the delicate straps down her legs with deliberate care, leaving her in nothing but the sheer stockings and one remaining heel. His gaze dragged over every inch of her—red handprints on her hips, bite marks on her neck, the way her pussy still fluttered and leaked. Without warning, his large palm came down in a sharp, wet slap directly against her soaked pussy. Hazel jolted hard, a broken cry tearing from her throat as the sting bloomed into white-hot pleasure.

The storm in his eyes grew darker with lust and desire, there was something about that storm that made her want him even more then she already did and made her wetter then she already was. He smirked at her reaction and then moved in and started planting kisses on the inside of her legs starting from the top of her foot trailing all the way down to inside of her thigh. She squirmed a bit but he tighten his grip on her thighs stopping her from moving any more and continued the assault on her legs. He bit and nipped on her inner thighs so hard that she knew that it would leave marks. Higher and higher he moved not yet touching her cunt but coming so very close to it and she moaned out loudly i

The room with dim lighting created the same atmosphere filled with the breath of lust and sweetness. Declan's hands roamed all over her body, gradually moving up her thighs, past her waist, and into her bra. Hot hands with rough ridges burned every inch of flesh. Fidelia's body was like a blooming sunflower that slowly unfolded under his caress, emitting the most intoxicating, graceful, and gentle fragrance that made him even more infatuated.