Midnight Romance Perfume Novels & Stories

She stopped when she reached me, keeping a polite distance. “Sorry for the wait,” she said. No trace of apology in her tone. I ignored her words instead taking in a whiff of her scent like a man possessed. I knew that scent. It was one I obsessed over after she left. “You still use it,” I said before I could stop myself. Her brows drew together. “Use what?” “The perfume,” I said quietly. “Maison Francis Kurkdjian. Baccarat Rouge 540. I gifted it to you, remember?"

The fabric whispered open, revealing her inch by inch—rosy nipples rising in the cool air, her belly smooth and soft, her sex hidden beneath a golden tangle that shimmered like honey. He stripped the sleeves next, lifting her gently, her head falling against his arm as if even in sleep, she sought him. His breath caught. He inhaled, pulling in the ancient perfume of roses mingled with something uniquely hers—a scent that drove him wild. He stripped himself bare. The armor fell to the floor with a heavy clatter that did not disturb the silence. Naked, aching with need, he knelt before her.

“Is this a new… perfume?” I smiled, a playful spark in my eyes. “I’m glad you noticed. I wanted you to have a new taste of paradise—and remember this trip for a long time. It’s almond, bergamot, jasmine, rose, cocoa, cashmere, wood, tonka beans, and just a touch of vanilla.” I smirked, letting the teasing linger. Then my expression turned serious. “Talking about last night… What exactly did Domenico mean? Why did he accuse you? Have you… hit someone before?”

Finally, my fingers wrap round a small vial, which I pull out, revealing the perfume I gave to him for his birthday. I don’t need to ask for what to do next. I unscrew the cap and hold it beneath his nose, trying to stay close and hold it steady as he struggles to fight off his Lycan form through harsh jerks. But eventually, I hear him breathe in the sweet soft aroma of lavender. The clear bottle suddenly flashes with a blinding bright again for all but a second, before fading away to reveal Marco’s eyes of oceanic blue. His breathing looses its guttural undertone by each pace, and slowly he loosens his grip on the pillar, unhooking his fingers from it, making me sigh in utter relief.

Then pointed “Shampoo is over there, you can pick what scent to use. I’ll be just outside, be quick.” Once she left I scrubbed myself down. The scent of vanilla filled the air. Shampoo. “Hmmm.” I skimmed over the labels choosing a lavender one. At the packhouse we had a big clump of the stuff which reminded me of home. Finishing my hair I drained the bath, wrapping a towel around myself. My reflection stared back at me through the mirror. My hard ice blue eyes looked sharper than they used to be. This has been a long day. The door opened and I leapt to the side. Holding my towel in place around me. Damion just strolled in holding a black dress a bounce to his step. He paused seeing my predic

@RedBoxingGloves: "Riddle of the day: who is this mystery omega walking around #BeastMaker today?" There are two attached photos of Midnight where almost all you can see are her endless, luscious legs and perfect äss. Her face is not very visible, but it's still obvious that she's beautiful. Maybe that's why her photos have over five thousand retweets. The replies are stupid, the alphas make perverted comments and the omegas make comments full of envy like she needs to eat a hamburger. That may be true, but her body is perfect and she doesn't need anything. @RedBoxingGloves: "Nobody guessed. Her name is Midnight and she is none other than the long lost daughter of Lion Vosse. A half-wolf. I

I faster riding him when i heard his moaned, I feel like I’m energized by hearing his moan. When I feel my orgasm was about to come i slowly get up but he pulled me and we exchanged positions and he continue thrusting. When my orgasm come i slowly get sleepy but josh pressed his body too me. “what’s your name” he whispered to my hears. “it’s rose” I said and then I feel asleep. ************ When I woke up josh is still sleeping next too me, I scanned his body and i see his penis standing so I bought my mouth into his penis because I’m curious of its taste because my friends say it’s delicious.

“I already regret dating a man who thinks body spray counts as hygiene.” Then she slammed the door in his face. Silence filled the apartment. For the first time that night, the anger faded enough for embarrassment to settle in. Two entire years wasted on a man dumb enough to destroy his relationship over cheap wine and bad choices. Her phone buzzed suddenly. Unknown Number. Winona frowned before opening the message. [Congratulations, Winona Hart.] [You have been selected for The Midnight Project, an exclusive immersive reality experience for rising creators.] Another message followed immediately.

Four days in and it's still as overpowering as the first day. And with time, it keeps settling deeper under my skin. A few minutes later he returns, glass in hand. He picks up the bottle of wine from the table, pours himself a generous measure, and settles back into his seat. “Her scent’s still strong in the air,” he remarks, swirling the liquid, as if he'd been reading my mind. “Even on the fourth day. How are you coping? The pheromone release isn’t messing with you?” I'm quiet, staring out at the darkening skyline, pondering on his question for a bit.

I shook my head, too confused to speak. “Because the last time a lunar eclipse appeared here, something extraordinary happened. A bond formed between two wolves, marked by the moon herself. We call it "Midnight's Mark". It has not appeared in one hundred and twenty-three years. Most think it’s legend, but I saw it when I was young.” My mouth felt dry. “What kind of bond?” “The truest kind, a mate bond chosen by the Moon Goddess herself, marked on the skin at the eclipse’s peak. Those who bear it are destined for each other, their souls matched perfectly. Such bonds appear only when the pack needs them most.”