Passage Du Desir Review Novels & Stories

His mouth found her neck, his teeth scraping over sensitive skin, making her shudder. She squeezed her eyes shut, trying to block out the sensation, trying to fight the way he unraveled her with every touch, every whisper. "This is your punishment," he murmured against her skin. "Not pain. Not violence. Just this—making you crave what you claim to hate." His hands trailed down her body, slow and torturous. Isla gasped, her nails raking down his back as his mouth claimed hers again, harder this time, filled with possession. Dante was ruthless.

We reach nirvana almost at the same time, my seed sputtering into her, and she squirting a few seconds later. I was in a bemused state of utter repletion and disgruntlement after the passion had worn out. Things have started going out of plan. I was not supposed to touch her again after the third day, but I was supposed to be shaming her and making her life hell. She must pay a price for her living, and I want her to be constantly reminded of that. But I was a fool tonight. To think I could shame her by having her perform an intimate service to me and not pay a price is utter foolishness. Things would have been better if she had repulsed me and not gotten aroused, but she seemed to want me

His eyes were dark with desire, and that wicked smirk was still there. “What do you think?” he asked, voice low and rough. Charlotte swallowed, trying to find words. “It’s… incredible” she whispered. “I’ve never… seen anything like this”

Naya Hart If you just finished reading this, let's say a prayer together. Oh Lord, forgive me for I have sinned. 🙏🏽 And honestly? I am not even sorry. If you made it all the way to the end of Forbidden Desires — from Ruin Me Stepfather down to My boyfriend ,y stepbrother, you are built differently and I respect you deeply. 😭🖤 This book was never for the faint of heart. It was for the ones who read with the door locked and the brightness turned all the way down.

With slow, deliberate steps, she approached, each step slow and sensual, her naked form a vision in the firelight despite her blood-stained bandages. Winter’s expression darkened, a tight frown etching his scarred face, though his gray eyes betrayed a mesmerized hunger tracing her curves. His chiseled torso tensed, arousal stirring despite Astrid’s cautious growl, a low warning rumbling in his chest, caution tempering desire. Without a word, Scarlett’s fingers brushed his open robe, sliding it from his broad shoulders, letting it fall to the floor. Her hands moved to his pants, easing them down until they stood bare, the air thick with heat.

"My bad, man. I didn't know she was... yours." ​He didn't wait for a reply. He vanished back into the crowd, leaving me leaning precariously against the wall. Xavier stepped toward me, his presence suffocating. He didn't offer a hand. He didn't ask if I was okay. Instead, he looked down at me with pure, unadulterated disgust. ​"Were you that desperate to have sex with a total stranger?" he hissed, his voice cutting through my drunken fog like a blade. "Is this what the 'Princess' does the second she gets a taste of freedom? You’re pathetic."

His eyes were dark, hungry, and dangerous. He took one step toward me. “I can't hold myself anymore…I want you.”

he whispered, his hand sliding down to the junction of my thighs. I let out a sharp, jagged gasp, my head slamming back against the floorboards. His fingers were blunt and demanding, finding exactly where the heat was most concentrated. I was a mess—soaking wet, trembling, and completely undone by the mere scent of him. The room smelled like my desperation and his dominance, a cloying, heavy musk that made my mind go blank. "Is this what you wanted?" he growled, his thumb rubbing against me with a brutal precision. "To be hidden away in the dark while you burned alive?"

“She’s very good.” Desiree doesn’t wait for me to make a choice, or scream or even cry. She just gives me one long, searching look that feels like a goodbye, turns on her heel, and walks out into the hallway, leaving me standing there with the woman who is determined to ruin my love life. She doesn’t scream, and she doesn't cry. She just gives me one long, searching look that feels like a goodbye, turns on her heel, and walks out into the dark hallway, leaving me standing there with the woman who is determined to ruin everything we’ve built.

Without another second of hesitation, I pushed open the door and walked into the unknown… “Daisy” This time it was a low baritone voice that sent shivers to my spine. “Gorgeous little thing” another said, emerging from the darkness with hungry lustful eyes. I felt a tingling sensation in my coochie. From nowhere, I felt a presence behind me, followed by a gentle graze of a finger on the back of my neck. I’m not kidding when I say I felt something slide down my thighs. Is it possible to be that wet….enough to make you drip?