Ravage Sexually Meaning Novels & Stories

he asked plainly, like he was asking about the weather. My mouth opened. Closed. Heat crawled up my neck. “Wow. We’re jumping right in today, huh?” “Answer the question.” I swallowed. “Yeah. I did.” He nodded. “Why?” “Because I was thinking about what you said.” “Which part?” “That I use sex to disapear.” He tilted his head. “And did it help?” “No,” I admitted. “It made me feel more alone.” “That’s progress.” I rolled my eyes. “It feels like hell.”

I lifted my hand and smeared the cum right across the front of Rafe shirt over his chest in a long slow line. Tell Kane I said my voice all sweet and broken from fucking. Tell him I am not just used. I beg for it every single day. I spread my legs wider so Rafe could see everything dripping and swollen. I beg them to breed me. To fill me up until it takes. This is my choice now. Rafe eyes got big and dark. His pants pushed out in front hard and obvious. He swallowed and his hands shook a little at his sides. Matteo pressed the gun harder to his head. Message sent he growled. Now get the fuck out before I let her paint more than your shirt.

“You're wet because of me. You're moaning because of me, because of the wolf you claim to hate.” And as the pleasure surged through them, their bodies tensed and trembled, reaching a shattering climax together. Raven emptied himself deep inside her, claiming her in the most primal way. *** Author: It's time for Cara to fight back.

My screams tore out, louder than before, mixing with their groans and the obscene sound of wet skin colliding. They were relentless—rough and unforgiving—determined to ruin my pussy, to leave me broken and used, marked forever as theirs.

I was his to ravage, my senses overwhelmed by him. My thigh trembled uncontrollably as he ramped up the pace, pounding his hips against mine with savage determination. His eyes, those captivating, dark eyes, bore into mine with a hunger that stripped me bare, leaving me exposed and vulnerable in the most depraved way possible. It was as if he could see every filthy desire and wicked fantasy, laid bare and open for his taking.

"Beg." Defiance warred need, hazel locking his volcanic. "Earn it, stalker." But hips canted invitation, and he surged home hilt-deep one thrust conquering, filling stretch burn exquisite. Pace built piston savage—hips slamming mahogany ass into silk, his growls Japanese filth punctuating slaps skin. "Mine to ruin. Tight—kuso, perfect."

Hours passed before Dorian stormed from the room, leaving me in a pool of my own blood and his semen, my body and mind broken as I laid there, staring at nothing in particular. I had always been told that the bond between mates was sacred and special, but he had treated me with nothing but cruelty. The tears had dried up long before he left, my screams turning into nothing but whimpers of pain and anguish. How could anyone do this? What had I ever done to deserve what he had done? I cried out when I tried to stand, the bruises that swamp my body a painful reminder that what he said was true, I was worthless. I was nothing. He could do whatever he wished to me and I would be powerless to stop

Not enough to break skin but enough that I felt the sharp edge of his canines pressing in, and the jolt of pain mixed with the deep thick drag of him inside me sent a rush of heat through my body that had me clenching so tight he groaned through his teeth. This wasn't the hungry reunion or the filthy passage oral or the slow night where he'd kissed my scars. This was feral. This was Ruin. And the part of me that should have been afraid was the part getting wetter with every thrust, dripping down my thighs and coating his cock until every stroke was loud and slick and filthy. The worst part was how much I loved it. Not just the sex but the wrongness of it. Octavia was sleeping three floors ab

I spoke in a dark, husky voice, Ragnar at the surface and ready to claim everything that belonged to him. We had to do this before we couldn't anymore. What if this was the last time she was in heat, or the only time we made that damn Alpha of Alphas rut? Our insatiable sex drive was linked to our wolves, the primal beasts inside us allowed us to fuck like little rabbits for days. I didn't want to know a life where my days weren't filled with sex and sin.

The sensuality was sharp, a sweet, erotic cruelty that defined their "New Rules." "I want her to see that I’ve rewritten the blueprints," he rasped. "I want her to see that you don't belong to the Architect. You belong to the ruin. My ruin." He kissed her then—a brutal, possessive collision that tasted of salt and the scotch still lingering on his tongue. It wasn't a kiss of comfort; it was a kiss of reclamation. He was marking her one last time before the glass shattered. Ivy met him with an equal, desperate hunger, her hands sliding down his scarred back, mapping the trauma they both shared.