Masked Lovers Novels & Stories

The publicness of it, the cameras capturing every slurp, makes me wetter, my moans vibrating around him. Elias pulls out, hauling me to my feet by the collar, and spins me to face the altar—a raised platform draped in red velvet, where the covenant’s secret waits. He bends me over it, ass up, and the crowd closes in, their hands groping my breasts, my thighs, spreading my cheeks. A wolf-masked woman kneels beneath me, her tongue lapping at my clit, fast and hungry, while a stag-masked man presses his cock against my lips, demanding entry. I open, gagging as he thrusts, my body rocking between tongue and cock.

I'd thought about Nyx all week, the way she made me forget I was Nicholas Bodeen for exactly three minutes and twenty-seven seconds. "Mr. Bodeen," Dominic greeted me at the entrance with that practiced smile. "Welcome back, should I assume you're requesting Nyx again?" "Yes." "Of course. VIP Room Three is ready for you." I followed him down the familiar hallway, my pulse already picking up. This was ridiculous. I'd dated models, actresses, women who made careers out of being beautiful, but none of them had stayed in my head like this masked stranger I'd met for less than five minutes.

the stranger asked, their voice melodic and captivating. Amelia hesitated, torn between the allure of the masked stranger and the magnetic connection she felt with Adrian. She glanced back at Marcy, who offered an encouraging nod and then turned her attention to Adrian, who watched her intently. Taking a deep breath, Amelia placed her hand in the stranger's, accepting their invitation. As they glided onto the dance floor, the music enveloped them, their movements a delicate balance of elegance and tension. The masked stranger's touch was gentle yet commanding, their steps perfectly synchronized.

As they navigated through the crowd, he whispered in her ear, "You're the most beautiful woman present, Vivienne. Don't let their stares unnerve you." She glanced up at him, her eyes twinkling with a playfully sarcastic glint. "Oh please," she scoffed, gesturing to the face mask. The ribbons quivered lightly in the air, fluttering with every step and sway of her body. “No one can even see my face through this thing.” He raised an eyebrow, a subtle smile playing on his lips. "The mask only adds to the allure. Trust me, I would know." Her heart skipped a beat at his words, and she found herself grateful for the mask that concealed the telltale signs of her emotions. The dance of gazes and whis

Or maybe I'm the one who is over thinking unnecessarily. Lore takes my hand and lifts it to his mouth, placing a gentle kiss on the back of it. "May i have this dance?" I nod and step closer. We slow dance to the tune while looking into each others eyes. Afraid that he might see the ugly hidden truths deep in their depths, i burry my head on his chest while we continue dancing. The dance ends and Maria finally appeares. "Oh goodness. I missed the dance, Darien won't be very happy about that."

Red lamps cast everything in a sinful glow, and above me, the mirrored ceiling reflects every movement and every breath. I press my back against the door, chest heaving. “I can’t believe I just did that.” “You didn’t do anything yet,” one of them says, peeling off his mask. His grin is sharp and wolfish. He’s beautiful in a brutal way, muscles ridged, skin dark and gleaming like obsidian. “But you’re about to.” Another one comes closer, hands on either side of the door, caging me in. “Bride wants to be ruined before her big day. That’s not something you say unless you mean it.”

The activity continued until Michael finally reached his climax. "You're so beautiful; I love you so much," Michael said to the woman, before kissing her lips. Enough! Diana couldn't take it anymore! While wiping away her tears roughly, Diana slowly walked out of the room. But unfortunately, it didn't go smoothly because Diana accidentally hit the bedside table and knocked the vase off of it. The sound of breaking things filled the room and immediately caught the attention of the two people on the bed. Michael, who looked surprised to see Diana, immediately rushed out of bed and walked toward her.

Amy teased, caressing his legs with her own. “I doubt that, cos your soft snores were saying otherwise.” She punched his chest at his reply, trying to untangle her legs from his but it seemed impossible. Instead, he pulled her even closer to himself by her waist and began placing open mouthed kisses on her neck, sending shivers down her spine. “I got you a Victoria secret collection.” he then whispered against her neck. “Really!” She exclaimed in excitement, massaging his hair with her fingers. “Mm-hmm.. and it’s just your size.”

“Some people just don’t know how good they have it. Don’t pay him any mind!” Astel took the opportunity to wrap his arms around Ilma’s waist. “Then, you’d better make it up to me.” “Okay, okay. I’ll make it up to you!” As they spoke, their eyes began to grow dreamy. They completely ignored my presence. I cleared my throat. Only then did the two of them stop. Ilma said impatiently, “Gareth, what’s the meaning of this? It’s just a gas mask, isn’t it? Do you have to lie about saving someone on Mounscour Hill? You’ll stop at nothing to make things difficult for Astel!”

“Under the old laws, an unclaimed female on a full moon is fair game. Let us watch… or maybe share.” Marcus turned Sophia gently so her back was against his chest, facing the rivals. “They can look, but they can’t touch,” he whispered in her ear. “Unless you want them to.” “I don’t,” she breathed, though her pussy throbbed at the forbidden idea. “I want you, Marcus. Finish what you started.” He kissed the side of her neck and slid his hands up to cup her breasts again, squeezing them softly while the rivals watched. “Then let them hear how much you need your alpha.”