Seductive Ink นิยาย & เรื่องราว

It was a truth whispered in hushed tones, for it carried both privilege and sacrifice. In the realm of the supernatural, the concept of a destined mate was deeply ingrained, an age-old belief that transcended time and species. Each supernatural being, whether it was a demon, vampire, werewolf, or other mystical creature, was believed to possess a singular, fated counterpart – the other half of their soul. This union was considered the most profound and sacred connection in their existence.

His heart racing, he returned to his seat, grateful for still being alive. With composure regained, Alex straightened his shirt, opened the door, and was met with the sight of Serena, completely unclothed. He stood motionless, taking in every inch of her form, fixated on the lush brown hair that adorned her intimate area, resembling a pristine garden waiting to be explored. "You are a seducer serena. Seductive, indeed. I love the way your pussy looks" he expressed, his gaze transfixed on her private area. "I love that you leave your pubic hair, it contributes to its captivating allure."

His hands glide down my body, caressing my skin gently as our tongues intertwine in a voracious, seductive kiss. Without peeling off our lips, he grabs me by the waist and places me sitting on his lap, making me feel the stiffness of his erection under my buttocks. His kisses move down my neck and I feel more and more surrendered to the pleasure he gives me. With one swift motion, he lays me down on the couch and positions himself over me, kissing me even harder. His hand runs down my body and finds my most sensitive spot, making me moan in ecstasy. I no longer resist and surrender myself completely to him, wishing to feel every inch of his body in contact with mine.

“You’re doing good.” I worked slowly, deliberately, focusing on the delicate lines. But it was impossible to stay purely clinical. Every small gasp or hiss that escaped her lips went straight to my core. The needle danced across that intimate hollow again and again, tiny drops of ink blooming against her perfect skin. I wiped excess ink away periodically, my gloved fingers lingering just a fraction longer each time on the warm, sensitive crease. Her stomach fluttered. Her hips shifted once, almost imperceptibly, and I caught the faint scent of her—something soft, feminine, and addictive beneath the sharp smell of antiseptic.

The first message was: [Jason, I don't think you're suited to seduce Nina. [You're more suited to seduce me. Nina is so boring. She's just a blockhead.] After reading through the whole chat history, I realized Gemma had quite the appetite. Not only was she hanging onto Samuel, she also wanted to have a little something with Jason. Unfortunately for her, Jason almost never replied. I could feel a sudden desire to win pulsing inside of me. "Seen enough?" My head was lowered, so I did not notice Jason standing in front of me with only a towel wrapped around his waist, looking down at me.

“I can see you want the whole school to know how good my fingers feel buried in you, huh?” I bit down hard on my lip, trying to stay quiet, but her mouth was already on my neck, sucking, licking, biting and leaving fresh marks I’d have to hide tomorrow. My shirt hung open, bra pushed up, nipples stiff and sparkling from her earlier kisses. "Jensen!" I shivered violently. “Please… please don’t stop. I’m gonna come—” “You’re getting so much wetter, cupcake,” she growled, voice low and filthy. “Keep dripping like that and I’m gonna slip another finger in.”

We let go of each other's lips to inhale a few moments of breath but he was already on lust that kissing my neck seems like the only cure to defeat his inner desires, I run my fingers along his forearm until I find my peace with his hair, urging him to give me the thing I've always dreamt of, He bit my collarbone giving me a hickey as he entrailed his lips all along my neck, I tightened my locks around him and gave him everything he needs to fill the inner pit of dark desires.

He could smell her perfume, it was the first time he had noticed how sexual the scent was, as if was designed to attract men like a flower’s nectar attracts bees. Her face was coming nearer, her eyes connecting to his like limpets. Her mouth was ajar, her lips red like rubies. He descended the few inches which separated, his own mouth opening. They met, kissing passionately, tongues probing forward, exploring and teasing each other, their mouths trying to engulf the other, the lips both pressed together and moving around. His hands went lower over her ass cheeks, squeezing and cupping the round rump, as she too pulled him closer, her hands clamped together at the back of his neck.

I shivered, my lips trembling with just the simple touch on his magical fingers. “I want you,” gathering all the strength I have in me, I mumbled out loud. “Take what you want, amore.” His voice was challenging, taunting. “I’m yours, take me.” With trembling hands, I reached for the hem of his black shirt, tugging it off of his body. I was drinking this fine specimen in front of me, the one which was offered for my taking. Under the canvas of intricate lines, his well-defined chest heaves calmly. A new ink caught my eyes. I haven’t seen it before, and the red ridges around it indicate it’s pretty new.

When I'm inking her skin, I enter another zone where the normal world is dreamlike. My entire focus centers on the flesh beneath my fingers. Tattooing has always been my escape. With her, it's different in so many ways-the softness of her skin, the shiver that occasionally passes along her back and shoulders, and the timbre of her voice. The dark swirls of my past infiltrate her skin just like the ink. But unlike the ink, she absorbs the darkness and turns it light. She's playing havoc with my thoughts and this isn't a good thing. She isn't as malleable as she lets on.