Pure Desire Books Novels & Stories

THEMES: Dark and Intense, Incubus- X- Human, Demon- X- Human, Filthy tone, Accidental demon summoning, Memory reading, Blackmail pre plot, Risky fuck, Public setting, Fucking in a Library, Aftercare, Revenge, Spell Gone Wrong, Spell circle, Trapped in a Spell circle rune.

Kneeling before it, thighs already parting, she ran a hand through her pussy lips—still swollen, slick with residual arousal, clit peeking eagerly. *This'll grind just right,* her mind supplied, intrusive images flashing of women in videos humping like animals. She straddled the pillow-fold, knees sinking into the surrounding blanket softness, the folded peak pressing firm against her bare pussy. The initial contact drew a hiss—dense stuffing unyielding under her weight, molding to her contours without give. Lowering slowly, she rocked forward, clit nestling into the seam where folds met peak. Fabric rasped against her sensitive nub, a textured drag that sparked immediate heat, her arousal s

“Shower can wait but I can’t. You have been torturing me with your mischievous videos, my darling wife, it’s payback time. When he turned Ami around, he looked his fill. Ami clad only in her undies is magnificent. Ami did not feel shy about her body and slowly unclasped her bra and let it fall. When she tried to remove her panty, Rain caught her hand and brought it to his face. He nuzzled her hand inhaling her scent and then pulled her naked body towards his. Ami went to him willingly pulling his head down to hers. It was she who initiated the kiss this time. She pulled at his clothes until Rain was bared from his waist up. He lifted Ami onto the bed and reluctantly tore his mouth from hers.

I need her ruined. She has no idea how carefully I have been molding her. Every soft touch. Every time I let her feel my hardness but pulled away. It is all part of the plan. I whisper scripture while I corrupt her mind. I praise her purity while I make her drip like a whore. She thinks I am saving her. In truth, I am shaping her into exactly what I crave. Tonight will be the night. No more holding back. I will fuck her until she forgets her own name. Until the only prayer she knows is my cock sliding in and out of her.

Her legs trembled as she continued touching herself, circling her clit through her panties. The man watched hungrily, his own hand matching her rhythm as he stroked himself through his boxers. Mia hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her panties. She slowly pushed them down her hips, revealing herself completely to the stranger across the way. Completely naked now, she stood proudly, letting him see all of her. Her hand returned between her legs, fingers sliding through her wet folds. She gasped as she touched her bare clit, already swollen and sensitive. The stranger's eyes were locked on her hand as she began pleasuring herself in earnest.

"For the gods... I mean, God alone." Gods? Slip of tongue. My laugh rumbled low. "Purity breaks easy. Like this." I pressed my palm flat on Zara's chest, feeling her heart pound under that heaving globe. Squeezed gentle, then firmer. She bit her lip, stifling a moan. "See? Your body knows the truth." "Father, please," Zara whispered, but her hips twitched forward. Lust warred in her eyes—killer intent buried under rising need. Suspense thickened; I felt their rage simmering, but my power crushed it.

She started muttering something and at the same time, she is using her both hands to draw circles in the air The imaginary circle turn into a magical crystal ball as it sparkles golden light. As the golden crystal ball grows widers, her muttering increase the more and it reach to a point where she open her eyes with a great force and her eyes turned into golden colour staring at the golden crystal ball She has finally break into Alexis soul and there she heard tiny voice talking to Alexis. It sounds as Lucien voice, it looks like he is trying to talk to her through their mate bound which is not active in Alexis spirit but only his

His touch was awakening so much desires in her yet she couldn't blame herself for it, she hated her body for misleading her in such moments. Mr.Grey saw a flicker of need in her eyes and caressed his way up her side. His fingers slid under her bra and gently fondled the curve of her breast. She stretched her head backwards, gasping for breath. He kissed her neck and ran his warm lips on the skin towards her ear. Prisca shut her eyes as her lips parted, breathing heavily. He pulled her body tighter against himself and she couldn't help but rub her lower body inherently against him. He stopped for a moment, lifted her off the ground and watched her wrap her legs around him.

The second pose showed the model hugging his thighs in an M-shape. The third pose showed the model crouching over in bed, tongue half out. I followed every pose for the first eight photos. However, I found myself getting stuck at the ninth and final photo. The final pose showed the model wearing a mix of emotions on his face, somewhere between pain and pleasure. He was obviously aroused, and there was also a spurt of white coming from his lower half, forming a perfect semi-circle. I slowly tugged down the elastic band of my thong in shame.

Once we’re inside my private wing, I kiss her hard against the wall, hands slipping under her hoodie to find warm bare skin. “Wait,” I say, forcing myself to pull back before we lose control completely. “I want to show you something first.” I lead her through the rooms like I’m handing her pieces of myself. The bookshelf crammed with worn novels and old naval maps. The leather chair I collapse into when insomnia claws at me. The balcony where the city lights blur into something almost peaceful. She trails her fingers along my desk, then picks up the half-finished pencil sketch of a rose I doodled during a mind-numbing council session.