Ravage Sexually Meaning Novels & Stories

"A scene where I place my feet on your face, my heels digging into your eyes while I watch your blood drip down, staining my sleek black tiles. Your body riddled with holes, your mother and your sister's tears like loud cheers in the background. Then, bending down, I press a cane into the grievous hole that once held your dick..." A slam on my face jerked my head backward, and blood spurted from my mouth. "Demon!" Ravine cursed. He ran his fingers through his messy hair as he staggered backward, fear evident in his eyes. He picked up his clothes and, without putting them on, walked toward the door. "No wonder Dad killed your damn mother. No one would want to live with monsters like you!" He

“Dead serious.” Claire shook her head, her laughter fading as she leaned back in her seat. “I knew he was powerful, but I didn’t think he was that crazy.” “It’s not just about marriage,” Isabella said, her voice dropping. “It’s about power. Control. He thinks a marriage would give us both something we want. But I can’t shake the feeling that there’s more to it.” Claire frowned, her brow furrowed in concern. “Isabella, this sounds dangerous. You’ve been playing with fire getting close to him, but this? This could burn you.”

Framton didn't raise any of his kids like that. "What the fuck is wrong with you today!? Whore." Alex mumbles under his breath. Ravine aggressively wipes her face off of any scars of his violent, harsh sex. Alex watches her with bubbling anger, but only this time, Ravine's was in par with the heat of the sun. She was writhing in anger, she wanted to unalive him right now. "Whore?" She gets up, pushing him by his shoulders. "Whore, huh!?" She pushes him again, crashing him into the wall.

Lila moaned loudly into her mouth. “I need more,” Raven said desperately. “I can’t get enough of you.” Lila pulled at Raven’s shorts. “Take these off. I want to feel all of you.” They quickly removed the last pieces of clothing. Naked skin pressed against naked skin. Raven’s breasts rubbed against Lila’s. Their hard nipples brushed together with every movement. Raven ground her wet pussy down against Lila’s thigh, leaving a slippery trail. “You are so wet,” Lila moaned. “I can feel how much you want me.”

Lavina bargained. “Just shut you fuck damn shit, Lavina!” Raveen knew Lavina could be very wild when in lust. It was bad for Raveen because he got excited to see Lavina like this. “I'm really going to destroy you. I'll make you suck my cock and I'll make you choke on my sperm." Head on. Raffish. Filthy. But Lavina liked it. Her body was getting hotter. Even her head was already imagining how the white liquid gushed from Raveen's manhood into her mouth. It must be so sexy.

“You’re shaking again.” “I know.” His thumb traced the line of my spine slow, deliberate. “You know what happens if we keep doing this.” “Yes.” “Tell me.” I swallowed. “Ruin.” His breath fanned my skin. “And yet here you are.” I turned my head slightly. Our faces were inches apart. I could see the flecks of silver in his irises. The faint scar above his eyebrow. The way his pupils had blown wide. One move. One breath. And we’d cross the line we’d only brushed last night.

My holes felt stretched and full, a delicious ache that only served to heighten my arousal. “Ruin me, destroy me,” I begged, my words coming out in a desperate plea. “Break my pussy,” Both of them hissed and cursed a sound that only fueled my lust. And then, as if something primal had been unleashed within them, their movements became more punishing, more relentless. I was no longer a delicate glass that might break, but a glass they aimed to break.

She suddenly remembers the day when Aaron caressed her hair and said, "We from the industry aren't different from people Ravine. So what if we show a little more skin than people? So what if we like to have sex with many people to entertain the viewers?" Of course... What was ever wrong? Everyone has a heart. Everyone has the right to love or not to love. "I'm sorry, but i can't see otherwise that you take me as a whore. I am not. I am in love with someone right now and i shall save myself the best I can for him." "Then what about the times you didn't save yourself for him? You've had many intercourses. What about them? Do you plan to hide them—" "I'm not a coward. He accepts me the way I am

Raven slapped his hands away. “I didn’t say you could touch yet.” She leaned forward, pinning his wrists above his head with surprising strength, and continued riding him with brutal intensity. The wet slap of her ass against his thighs echoed through the empty locker room. Lucas could only moan and thrust up into her, completely at her mercy. Raven’s pace grew faster, more aggressive. She leaned down and bit his neck hard enough to leave a mark. “You like getting fucked by a woman who could break you?” she growled against his skin. “You like knowing I just destroyed a man twice your size and now I’m using your cock?”

“What... what does that mean?” Raguel let go of my waist slowly, stepping back, though his eyes remained locked onto mine. “It means you’ll belong to me forever, Lyra. In human terms, it is like being legally married, but unbreakable. Once my fangs sink into your neck to seal the mark, it can never be undone, unless one of us dies.” The weight of his explanation sombered me up a little. A permanent, unbreakable bond to someone like Raguel seemed like a whole lot. But as I felt another jolt of desire throbbing between my thighs, the desperation to get fucked won.