Passion Novel Bl Novel Novels & Stories

Tristan was the devil and the reason why Josh would never talk to me again. So why then does my body keep betraying me by longing for Tristan’s touch? The thought of being in his bed tonight sent warmth rushing between my legs. “Are you blushing for the lobster or me?” Tristan asked cockily. I quickly looked away. I had no idea I was blushing. I got up from my seat. “I’m gonna use the ladies room,” I said and walked away quickly. I had to get my shit in order or…. Shit. I tripped. I shut my eyes and waited for the impact with the ground. But a strong hand held me by my wait. I opened my eyes, exhaling the breath I did not realize that I had been holding in.

They kicked in the door. Inside— No guards. No gunfire. Just a single desk. A briefcase. And a document inside. Lorenzo grabbed it, scanned the top line. “Marriage clause,” he said. Isabella stepped beside him, her voice cold. “Burn it.” He handed her the lighter. She didn’t hesitate. The flames curled the paper inward, blackening the edges, devouring the words that once controlled her fate. When it was gone, she looked at him. “What now?”

Only this one is entirely black, front and back, with a chilling image of a three-headed hound snarling in the center. Whether it belongs to him or not, I have no idea, but I feel an urgent need to keep it. One last glance around, then I hurry back into the car. My skin still burns with the ghost of the gun barrel and the heat of that bastard’s touch as I drive off, the suffocating sense of being watched clinging to me all the way.

Sabrina's POV I smiled, pressing my toes together as I stared into my phone. These feelings were new but totally not unwelcome. I loved them. I loved the person who evoked them in me. I loved Kael. I gasped as the realization flooded my mind. What? So soon? I was in love with Kael Blad, a vampire. Normally I was meant to freak out but I didn't feel any ounce of panic, even knowing that I might lose my life for being with him.

FORBIDDEN FLAMES 2 ARIA’S POV The text from Serena arrives just as I flip the café sign to CLOSED, the soft click of the lock echoing in the empty space. My hands still tremble from the day, every customer interaction felt like a distraction from the memory of her mouth on mine yesterday, her fingers teasing me to the edge in the storage closet before pulling back with that wicked smile. "Not yet," she whispered. "We savor the sin." The words have haunted me all shift, making my panties soaked, my nipples hard against my bra, every brush of fabric a reminder.

His heartbeat thudding slow and beneath my ear. His fingers weave through my hair, stroking lazily. Exhaustion drapes over me, and I slide lower, until my face presses against the front of his jeans. The worn denim is soft and radiates his body heat. It carries the deep, intimate scent of him—sweat, skin, arousal. I nuzzle closer, rubbing my cheek along the thick ridge of his cock, feeling it twitch and swell beneath the fabric. My lips brush the seam, my nose dragging up his length, inhaling until my head swims with him. The cool metal teeth of his zipper graze my skin as I press lazy, open mouthed kisses on his bulge. I’m too tired for more, so I'm content to breathe him in and mark him wi

My breasts were so swollen and sensitive that each flick of his tongue caused lightening to strike in my p***y. ‎ ‎I was so turned on that my p***y clenched in on itself and ached with the need to be touched too. He released my n*****s and I lay back on my elbows as he began nibbling my ribs and working his way down my stomach. He stopped at my belly button and he licked the water that had pooled there. I drew in my breath imagining his tongue delving deep in my p***y. His mouth moved downward and in the same swift motion as before, he loosened the straps of my swimsuit bottom and flung it to the side with the bra. He stared at my p***y for long before whispering.

Adassah’s POV ‘Okay, I'm looking at the wrong ceiling’ I jumped out of the bed looking everywhere for my phone unfortunately, I can't find it. I stop when I hear the shower running and I began to panic. 'Did I have sex last night?' 'No' Alera replied in a bored voice. "How would you know?" she shook her head in annoyance. "If you read erotic books like I do instead of your history cold War, etc, and have a little bit of research on it. You would know that when you lose your virginity there could be bloodstain"

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