Ravished Novels & Stories

she breathed holding out another photo frame from under her pillow. It was blanketed with blood and enough cuts on the picture that ruined his facial features. You cannot decipher whether it was Raven himself or any man who have unfortunately suffered under some attack that made him like that! “Raven is handsome and hot and cute and—” she stated describing words in his respect trailing a thumb over his body as if she owned it. “I love him more than myself!”

Linda kept me all night, blabbering about Iñigo this and Iñigo that. "There this brightest blue like cool watery ocean blue, and he has green and silver fleck around his orbs. It's just so ugh so sexy — And his hair... His hair, looks so soft and is the color of chocolate... His jawline is so perfect his cheek bones are flawless!" Janeth groaned. My eyes widened at her as she closed her eyes, biting her lips. "Okay Janeth, how about we change the subject, yeah?" "I just can't wait for the ice ball, Sam. I have this sexiest dress that I can't wait for him to see. You do know we have to wear a mask right?" she said, her hazel eyes still wide.

Her face turned crimson as she worked to clean the spots. As she dabbed at the wet patches, the fabric clung to Prince Xavier’s well-defined muscles, revealing more of his physique. Rara swallowed nervously and looked up at him, her voice trembling slightly. “I’m sorry...” Prince Xavier’s breathing grew uneven as he endured the close contact. The sweet scent of Rara’s perfume intensified his reaction, and he found himself inexplicably drawn to her. If it had been anyone else, he would have been long gone, but Rara’s presence intrigued him.

"What are you speaking approximately, Trisha... I cannot experience something, you recognise. It ought to be my imagination, however, I appear to be feeling a bit little bit of softness and heat on my return, that ought to be something like meat buns, right? There appears to be something barely tough at the tips, it ought to be that, the peas at the pinnacle of food, right? Definitely, it cannot be that element that toddlers suck on, right!?" "...Well are not you completely aware? Hey, ignoring me like this...... That's so unfair." Trisha's hand on the satan reached among Raven's legs. With his whole frame naked besides from the towel masking that location, Raven slightly controlled to keep

<< No need to be shy with me Raven, I’m yours to lust off of, crave, desire, touch, mark, make love to as much as you want sweetie >> something about his words make my center throb and I roll over onto my side and cross my legs before lifting my eyes to meet his pitch black ones << oh little mate, you smell **inhales** heavenly >> he growled << I should have marked you when I saw you earlier >> he reached his hand out and I leaned forward into the touch but all I felt was a light tingling sensation, much to my disappointment. << All in good time my love, all in good time, we will give you the pleasure that you so desire to the point that you may not be able to sit or walk properly without th

I look gorgeous even without makeup ,i thought Stacy was most beautiful woman alive until i saw how i look My emerald eyes stands out and you can't help to get lost in them,my golden brown hair drop on my shoulder like silk,my nose stood pointed and small my lips is quite attractive i can't help but lick my lips to wet them,although they are chapped,they still look plumb and attractive 'I look good' i thought with a smile but frowned when i remember si can't even remember who I am I don't know who and who not to trust,i can't tell an enemy to a friend

The rhythmic assault left Patricia in a state of pure bliss, her body trembling uncontrollably as she surrendered to the waves of pleasure. Her mouth fell open, her eyes wide, as she lay back, completely consumed by the sensation. Her entire body felt electrified, every nerve ending alive with an intensity that bordered on overwhelming. Alvin had pushed her to the edge and beyond, leaving her breathless and lost in a storm of ecstasy that seemed infinite.

Their movements were a seamless dance of elegance, drawing the attention of every onlooker. Raven, in her ethereal gown, felt like she was part of a fairy tale. The soft glow of the venue lights highlighted the delicate details of her dress, creating a mesmerizing display. Tristan, the epitome of grace, twirled her in perfect synchronization with the music, their connection evident in every step.

Taking a deep breath, I pulled the door open. I came face to face with Ravenna who looked as if she had seen a ghost. I didn't blame her though. I walked in at the wrong time. Standing over there, clutching the towel that wrapped around her body, stopping mid-thigh, was Ravenna looking like a freshly bloomed flower and at the same time, every man's wet dream. The way the rivulets of water dropped down from her hair down her body seemed too sensuous for me to ignore. Fuck. Would I be able to keep things fully platonic between us?

Raven shoves me into a room before I can ask a single question. The next hour is borderline heavenly. Javier seems more magician than stylist. Half the time I’m sure I fall asleep from how light his touch is. Oils, steam, warm stones, brushes, scents—every sensation melts tension I didn’t know I was carrying. By the time he’s done, I feel like my bones have dissolved into warm honey. When I reach my room again, a black dress is laid out across my bed like it’s waiting to breathe life into me. Beside it: a black bow for my hair and a perfect black rose.