Pasion Y Poder Capitulo 34 Novels & Stories

“I’ve told all the men. Now, you know I love sharing you, but if you want to go home right now, we can do that. It’s up to you. I just want you to be happy.” I inhale deeply, Dante’s intoxicating scent filling my airways. My heart is beating a thousand miles a minute and my nerves feel like they’re on fire. I’m so turned on that I feel like my pussy practically has a mind of its own. And right now, the thought of going home is the last thing on her mind. I shake my head. “Fuck no. You can’t rile me up and then say we should go home. No way.” The corner of his lip twitches in a smirk. “That’s my girl.”

And in the crevice of that three succulent and dripping pussys. All three of them want this, want me, and I don't doubt it's because of the elixir I fed them during our cheese board, but I'm sure there's an undertone of want because women chase power, and I'm the power. I fist my cock in my hand, rearing behind Alexiares first. I swat her bottom, pinking that milky skin to a nice shade of red before I plough my way to the hilt, claiming her as my own as I stretch her wide and make her yelp.

He groaned as it ended; he knew this was only a temporary reprieve from the need to screw her until they were both too exhausted and sore to do anything more than sleep in each other’s arms. This was the third time today he’d had to release some of his pent up desire. How long would it be before he drove himself mad, wanting more of what he couldn’t have? * * * Adriana Gervais - 19 yrs old George finally left her alone, and she was about to settle down to relax when a knock came at her door. “Come in.”

He kissed her again, leaving a trail from her neck over her chest and down her curvy stomach to the valley that thrummed between her legs. She moaned as she felt his tongue glide between her pussy lips, tasting the nectar that waited there for him. She spread her legs wider, urging him onward as she reached down and gripped his head, holding him in place. He gripped her ass, lifting her into the air as he sucked on her clit, flicking it with his tongue. She pressed her pussy to his mouth, craving more, as the cool air whispered across her flesh, a contrast to the heat that flushed her body. Her free hand gripped the soil at her side, her fingers digging into the ground as they would his fles

Isla's eyes widened as she gasped, her body arching involuntarily, her nails digging into the sheets. This wasn't the usual tender Vincent she knew. He was fiercer now, unleashing his passion with every thrust. His movements were powerful, relentless, driven by an intensity that matched her own. Isla cried out, her voice a mixture of pleasure and surprise, as she rode the wave of his passion.

Blood ran hot down her fingers and the power drank it like wine. Every thrust fed the fire. Her hips slammed up to meet him. Greedy. Angry. Starving. The table collapsed halfway through and they kept going on the burning floor. Generals fled. One man was too slow. A wild burst of her power turned him to ash mid step. She laughed through the orgasm that ripped her apart. Kael growled and filled her again. Seed mixing with blood and silver glow leaking out of her. When it ended she shoved him off and rose on shaky legs. Flames still dancing on her shoulders. “It wants everything. Every kingdom. Every throat. I cannot hold it.”

“No. You’ve learned something tonight. Desire isn’t weakness. Lust is power… and you’re learning exactly how powerless you are in my hands.” And with that, he claimed her fully — the first time their passion consumed them both without restraint, leaving them trembling, shivering, and craving more.

His whispered promptings fueled the fire that already burned within me, tempting me to push the boundaries of our passion. I swept Taya up into my arms, her legs wrapping around my waist as I strode towards the couch, the nearest haven for our all-consuming passion. The air was electric with tension, our mutual desire a palpable force that drove me to claim her. I knew she wanted me just as fiercely, her soft moans and eager kisses fueling the fire that raged within me.

“Leave us alone.” Helen’s expression shifted to sorrow. “You can’t command what you are, Kayla. You can only accept it.” The air around me cracked, the floorboards vibrating. Damien’s hand gripped my arm, grounding me, but the power inside me fought back, rising like a storm. The curtains whipped in the wind, papers scattered, and the lights above flickered weakly before exploding in a shower of sparks. Helen didn’t flinch. “See? It’s already begun.”

“Pe–” “How does ten thousand dollars sound?” “Before dawn it is.” He ended the call, and exhaled very loudly. “I'm going to take everything from you, Diavolo. Your money, your power, your friends, followers, family. I'll take your girl, and then finally, I'll take your life. It is not just mere words. It is a promise.” Right after the declaration, he scrolled through his phone for a picture of Passion. His eyes watered when he saw the innocent smile on her face, whilst her hand cradled her protruding stomach.