Rosaline Dawn Porn Novels & Stories

ROSALINE'S POV: Tingles go up my body as Damien's lips assault my skin. I felt a whirlwind of emotions as his hands snaked the back of my thighs before lifting me. He took me to the bed, our lips sealed and our moans heavy. He laid me on the bed before pressing his hardened member to my thigh, resulting in a moan to leave my lips. "You look even better in this than I expected," he rasped against my lips, his fingers fiddling with the sparkling jewel on my neck. His words bring a lot of heat to my cheeks, but I need to stay focused; I cannot get distracted now.

[Rose] I stared at my face in the mirror and sigh putting on my lipstick for the second time. My time coming up for another dance. I could feel my feet getting sore minute by minute as I made my way towards the dance floor. My teeth unintentionally bit my lower lip softly as I suddenly saw Kaden standing near the stage. The club was filled with people because it was a weekend. I had t leave early today because I was going apartment hunting tomorrow morning. I didn't care about the size. I didn't care if it was not convenient.

I know she is going to wake up soon, but I need her now because I again feel my hard steel wants more from her. I sucked her sore nipples, making them bloody red, like the same color when she turned full eighteen years old. I sucked her sweet nipples hard for the first time that night. She was under a sedative and didn't know what I was doing to her. She was sleeping naked, and I could not restrict myself from seeing her naked. I control a lot to not have her that night. I sound like a fucking pervert, but I can't resist myself when it comes to Rose.

“Yes exactly. You belong to us. Do not forget that.” I felt a warmth between my legs. I felt a deep attraction that I never felt before. “Struggling to fight it?” Draven mused as he kissed my neck softly. “N-No I’m fine.” I stuttered but my voice came out as a low moan. “Fuck.” He swore under his breath. “What are you three doing in here?” A feminine voice asked as the door swung open. It was our gym teacher, Miss Rosaline . Her eyes bore into us, sharp and judgmental, as she stepped into the room.

Chapter 7: Rose: Sean helped move all my belongings into another room and brought food up to dine with me. I think he was trying to guard me without letting me know he was… it didn’t matter to me how independent i was any longer. I was grateful for his company and realized I still needed a strong man to help me. As I sipped my tea trying to calm my nerves before bed, I couldn’t help observing Sean from under my lashes. Tonight I suffered quite a fright, but it also woke something inside of me that I didn’t know was there…. lust. Not for the drunkard that tried to take what wasn’t his, but the act itself that something so hard looking could feel soft when pressed between my folds. Luckily he

The night breeze lifted his hair, softening his sharp features. He knelt in front of my tombstone, fingertips brushing its cold surface, eyes full of longing. "Wendy. Rose." He said my name so gently. I hadn't heard him speak like that in a long, long time. He leaned down and kissed the photo etched on my stone. "You've waited long enough, haven't you?" he murmured. "I'm coming to join you." A gentle smile curved his lips. Then, without hesitation, he drove the blade into his chest.

My phone lit up with a video call from Rosie at two in the morning. I turned on the screen recording function before answering. The screen immediately filled with bare, flushed skin and Rosie’s breathless moans. What they were doing did not need explaining. Tyler’s teasing voice rang out. “Rosie, isn’t this exciting? Your future husband’s right next door. If you scream louder, he might hear everything.” “You little devil! Be gentler! So what if he hears? He loves me so much. He won’t say a word even if he finds out.”

Our bare chests pressed together firmly as he lifted me up and pushed me against the wardrobe, our faces now at an even level. My tongue danced with his as the kiss deepened. I ran my hands through his hair, pulling him closer. I let out a gasp as a knock sounded from the bedroom door. "Cain, I'm sorry but I need to talk to you." Daniel's voice effectively knocked me from my trance. I pushed Cain away and covered myself with my hands. "You should see what he wants," I whispered breathlessly. I noticed then that his eyes had grown dark, the shadows under his eyes were just barely visible. He looked at me with an indecipherable expression before running a hand through his tousled hair and bend

His piercing gaze flicked toward me briefly, one brow raised in challenge. “I don’t intend to hurt anyone,” I said, my tone firm and resolute. “I’m just… forced to do things.” Damon’s jaw tightened as he absorbed my words, but his next sentence sliced through the air like a blade. “I’ve been watching a woman named Rosaline,” he said, his tone measured, calculated. “You know her. You were in the same orphanage.” The mention of Rosaline sent a jolt through me, but I kept my face impassive. “So, I’m shady because I know Rosaline?”

Was he here to beg for forgiveness? "Rosie, Allen was out of his mind today," said his mother, Jade Walter, pulling my hand. "Lydia seduced him, and she got to his head for a moment there. Please forgive him."