Pink Venom Dance นิยาย & เรื่องราว

"It was made by Pablo. Normally I would have sent my people to come for the fitting but since it was Madame Martin, I had to come myself." "She's a big customer?" I asked. "She's a lovely customer. Big on spending too." He winked and I shook my head. "Would you like to try the second one?" He asked while I stared at myself in the mirror. "What color is the second one?" "Lavender." He replied. "But just straight, doesn't have this little flay." He added, holding my waist. I considered the option for a minute and sighed. "Let's show the gown to the ladies and then we can try on the second one.

Her dress reached past her toes but it almost exposed all of her upper part, showing the tattoo of the Rigiddin's vulture in black ink--a Rokohorta dancer. The dancer smiled and gladly took one of the sweets and held the girl's hands. "Rakhn Nishi," Raeya heard the dancer whisper. Good doors be opened for you. The dancer's hands glowed. A warm green light escaped from her fingertips and took the form of a butterfly. It flew around the child's head before bursting into a mini-firework which made the child squeal with glee. "Rakhnis Rei! Thank you." Good light be upon you as well.

Golden even when he was being filthy. I stayed in the booth, nursing my drink, the bass thumping through my veins. The anger from dinner was still there, simmering under the surface, but the alcohol and atmosphere were dulling the edges. My eyes scanned the club lazily. Then I saw him. On one of the smaller side stages, under shifting teal and purple lights, a male dancer moved like liquid sin. Lean but toned body, pale skin that glowed under the neons, messy dark hair falling into his eyes. He wore nothing but tight black shorts that left almost nothing to the imagination and a harness across his chest. Every roll of his hips, every arch of his back, every slow grind against the pole — it h

She drags his giant body onto the dance floor. “Miss Daphne…I don’t dance,” he says timidly, his cheeks turning a light shade of pink. “Oh, don’t be shy, Renzy! Dance with the girl!” Viviana teases him. “I’ll lead, just move with me,” Daphne says as she begins shaking her hips slowly, taking his hands in hers. “Take it easy, Daph!” Lucas calls from the table. “You’re still on timeout Lucas! You’re not allowed to talk,” Daphne calls back to him as she tries to help Renz loosen up. Lucas crosses his arms and pouts. I can’t help but giggle to myself at the sight of Lucas pouting.

Neon lights—electric blue and hot pink—flashed across the crowded dance floor, painting writhing bodies in frenetic bursts of color. I led Damon and Dayton through the throng, the sticky floor vibrating under my boots, the club’s chaotic energy a stark contrast to the smoldering ruins we’d left at Black Fang. My silver eyes scanned the room, sharp and alert, knowing vampires thrived in places like this, hidden among the human revelry. Damon trailed behind, his lemon eyes narrowed with distaste, his black shirt clinging to his bandaged shoulder. “How’d that guard know you?” he asked, his voice barely audible over the pounding music, his tone laced with suspicion.

The lights shined down on the stage in front of me, and a sexy silver-haired woman walked up to the pole. Vixen winked at me before she started dancing. She had changed into a simple black long-sleeved bodysuit. The tattoo on her hip could be seen, and as she turned around, her sexy ass cheeks were on display. She was barefoot while the other strippers had on heels. I liked how I was the only one by the couches because it made me feel like Vixen was dancing for me and me alone.

Salty, competitive lemmings. As Patrick watched, Linda suddenly danced into view. Literally danced. She twirled and leapt, her faded pink nightgown ballooning around her. Her feet were bare and filthy as she stepped lightly toward the older man and held out a hand. “Dance with me, Big Daddy. I’ve missed you so.”

His breath smelled like his minty toothpaste, but his blood caused my pupils to dilate and my fangs to press against the inside of my mouth. "Sure," I said, and let him pull me onto the dance floor. I wasn't a dancer, but it didn't matter. A distraction was in order. Besides, Professor Pops would ask me if I danced, and I didn't want to let him down. Dorian walked us through the crowd until we were directly under the disco ball, avoiding the mosh pit near the DJ booth. Just the thought of trying to dance there gave me hives. I was glad Dorian didn't lead us over that direction.

She was mesmerizing. “Dance with me…” she whispered, and I blinked as she pulled me closer and settled my hands on her ass. The song changed to Pillowtalk by Zayn and I could barely breathe as the lights dimmed down, and she smiled up at me before starting to sway against my body. I wrapped my arms around her waist, burying my face in her hair as she danced like there was no tomorrow, her ass brushing against my cock and making it impossible for me to think straight. I whirled her around, breathless and needy and Ivy mirrored my expression, her eyes dark as moved as close to me as was possible. Right at that moment, it was just us there. Just her and me. No crowd. No, nothing.

"Like right here? Or do you think you can make it to our room?" "I didn't know voyeurism was your kink, but I'll give anything a go," he runs his fingers and the accompanying tingles down my arms. "You two are gross! We're still at a crowded wedding, your wedding, you know?" Jayvon comments. I'd completely forgotten he was standing right there. Before either Enzi or I can comment, Emily pulls Enzi to the dance floor. "Come on, show me your Alpha dance moves before you two end up putting on a show you might regret."