Ravage Sexually Meaning Novels & Stories

I wanted to ruin him — to pound that tight asshole until he forgot his own name, to mark him with bites and cum until he smelled like nothing but me, to knot him so deep and full no other Alpha would ever dare touch what I was claiming tonight. I ripped my shirt off in one savage yank, baring my broad, scarred chest, and stalked toward him. In seconds I had Riven hauled off the floor and thrown onto the bed. His legs were wrenched wide apart, knees pushed back, exposing his slick-shining asshole completely. My cock was already rock-hard, thick and veiny, the flushed head leaking pre-cum in heavy beads. I rubbed the swollen tip through the mess of slick coating his twitching hole.

She gasped, the sting blooming into heat. “Say it louder.” “Yes!” Another slap, harder this time. “Who owns this body?” “You,” Raven moaned, her knees trembling. “Mine.” His teeth grazed her ear, his voice a dangerous growl. “Every inch of you, mine to take, mine to break, mine to worship.” Her body quivered under him, need clawing at her insides. With a harsh tug, he tore the lace aside, his fingers plunging into her wetness. Raven cried out, her nails scraping against the marble. He pumped into her mercilessly, each thrust of his hand matching the brutal rhythm of his breath.

he snarled, fingers tangling tight in my red wig. I popped off with a wet gasp, thick strings of saliva connecting my lips to his glistening cock. I slapped the heavy meat against my tongue a few times, eyes glued on his. “You like that? You like watching your money get sucked down a masked slut’s throat?” I purred. Then I looked straight into his eyes and whispered the dirtiest words I could: “I want this huge cock stretching my tight little snatch until I cum so hard I squirt all over you.” That broke him.

begged nails raking back red lines healed violet glows flames licking skin sensual trails heightened sensation. Obliged feral growl pace savage storm surging pinned fully lips trailing fire neck nipping sucking marks bloom storm bruises. "Mine all fucking mine," rasped hand sliding between circle clit fingers expert tease jolts ecstasy. "This dripping cunt greedy beg cum flooding tight hole." Core tightened pleasure coiling violet ribbons wrapped amplifying bond hum roar wolves claiming savage mental nips devours. Cried climax shattered waves crashing clenching pulses drew release hot deep storm warmth groaned name prayer. Mid rut locked eyes silver grey storm surging deep. "Adapt with me El

but then again, Ryan Hale was very famous for the amount of models and female celebrities that were heard screaming in pleasure from his bed. And now, he wanted me to join that list of women. Never! "You're disgusting," I told him. "Probably," he agreed, cheerfully. "I would never — I would not touch you if you were the last man in this city." "Sure, sweetheart." he said, with that infuriating tone. I stood up again, sneered at him in disgust, and I stormed toward the exit without looking back, and I had almost made it —when his voice came across the room.

I knew my femininity was thoroughly aroused by the inhumane treatment Marius was giving it. I don't mind at all. In fact, I want him to pound it even harder. With that thought in mind, I wasn't surprised when those words slipped from my lips. "Go on, pound it harder! Oh goodness, Marius, I want you to ravage that pussy! Mmmnnn... Wreck it! Shit! Destroy it! I love what you do! Mmmnnn..." "Yeah? You want me to destroy it, huh?" he said, and with that, Marius unleashed a dangerous assault that caused my eyes to widen in shock."

Maturity Warning: Sex “Raven are you ok?” Osric’s voice comes through the link as I step under the hot water. “Just washing off the blood,” I answer, looking up and rubbing my chin and neck. “Ow,” I whine feeling a warm burning sensation where I am marked by Embry, then I am suddenly hit with a strong feeling of arousal. “Raven what are you doing?” Osric questions with a slight groan, I shake my head not understanding where the feeling is coming from.

Ravyn arched into him, making small sounds of pleasure that were partly performance and partly genuine response to physical sensation, her leg hooking around his as she ground against him with the kind of desperate urgency that suggested they were seconds away from stripping each other naked right there against the wall. They maintained the intensity for several minutes—long enough to make bruises, long enough to mess up hair and clothing, long enough that anyone watching would be thoroughly convinced they'd been engaging in hard, intense, barely controlled passion. When they finally separated, both were breathing hard, their appearances thoroughly disheveled, looking exactly like people who

he growls into my ears before his teeth bite down on my ear and all I can do is moan in response as he pulls out until only his tip is left in me and then he rams himself way into me and I moan out and my eye closes dreamily. It feels so savage and animalistic, but I've never felt so alive and wonderful--- "No no," I lament bitterly as Rogue pulls out of me and I'm left empty of him, "Fiery!" I yell out the safe word to tell him I wasn't comfortable with what he just did.

“She’s always hungry. Don’t you hear her body begging? Listen to those filthy little sounds.” Lyssa gasped again as Ravion pulled out halfway, then slammed back in, over and over, the slap of skin-on-skin echoing in the sacred silence of the temple. The stone glowed faintly, as if feeding off their rhythm. “Say it,” Ravion growled, his thrusts relentless, the slap of his hips like war drums. “Say you want this cock.” Lyssa choked on a moan. “Fuck you.” “Already am,” he snarled, reaching up and slapping her thigh hard enough to leave a mark. “And you’re dripping like a whore.”